Just got the all-clear on the Tornado Warning a few minutes ago. Of course, the Watch continues until 1 p.m., for Lexington and 17 other South Carolina counties.
It reminded me that things were not so clear, in a different sense, at Surfside this time on Monday. I’m not used to fog like this on the beach, I suppose because we’re usually there only in the searing heat of summer.
I liked it. Quiet. Peaceful. A nice break from the usual, especially on the overcrowded Grand Strand.
The pooch pauses to admire her treasure (foreground).
There was one bit of furious activity. A white pit bull with one blue eye and one brown one was having a tremendous time digging in the sand. Her master explained that she was digging for shells. After a bit, she ran out into the water and start digging there, coming up with a shapeless chunk of former bivalve exoskeleton, about three inches in diameter, that she cherished greatly, taking it here and there to dig in different spots on the beach, sometimes burying her prize but immediately digging it back up.
It wasn’t much of a shell — one of those expendable, ugly flat pieces that you might use to play ducks and drakes with. But dogs aren’t into esthetics. She loved it, for the moment.
Eventually we resumed walking, and her activity was swallowed by the fog.
Just before we turned off the beach to walk back on the streets — there was no fog at all a block or two inland — I paused to capture something we’d been noticing as we made our way down the shore: Gulls what would fly by and then just… disappear.
It was a pretty cool effect. Although it was perfectly understandable, it felt mysterious…
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This was on July 27, 2016.