TAKING IT IN (PEACE & PAIN)

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This past Friday. Two different people, same beach, opposite ends of the day:
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Morning ray.


Evening sun.

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PUNJI STICK

My local spot lived up to its heyday name of Tin Can Beach yesterday.


The next time you're running and jumping around the beach with your kid, beware of creased aluminum cans buried just inches under the sand. Sucks that having a good time barefoot on the beach is such a gamble.

In my time, I've also been hit by a hypo-needle in the sand... bummer to leave the beach needing an HIV test. At least this time 'round I don't have to think about that— just a hand full of days out of the water.

Just heard a story about a friend of a friend that had to get his big toe reattached after stepping on a broken shell while running down the beach for a paddle out. A good story to temper my irritation with a forced surf break caused by what is really just a minor cut.
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