In my neverending quest to provide you with entertaining blog posts, yesterday morning Dale and I took a drive to Plymouth Beach to check out the waves from Hurricane Bill.
Considering that the surf at this particular beach is usually minimal, the waves were pretty big.
The shore birds were scuttling around, looking for treats.
And there were a few people attemtping to surf.
We stayed for quite a while, just listening to the roar of the ocean.
It’s one of my favorite sounds in the whole world.