What's happening on the beach 11/1/11

• Chilled and achy from pounding away too long at the keyboard, I head out beachwalking.  Let the sun warm my bones.
• I see a group around the fisherman from this morning.  He holds up a wriggling shark, dangling from his waist to foot.  The crowd snaps photos.  He flings the shark back into the waves.  Baits his hook.  Tries again.
• Step over a used condom.  That's not something I see on the beach every day, especially in this cool weather.  That must've been some kind of hot date.
• A solo wetsuited surfer hangs patiently off his board, waiting for his wave.
• Keep walking south past Springmaid Pier.  Never been that far down the beach before.  See an RV park.  Now I'm not an RVing kind of gal, not into roughing it, but I could do that.  Step out of my mini Winnie and right into Mother Ocean in the morning.
• Farther past the RV park is untamed beach.  Lush green vegetation rolling behind the sea grass, maybe even kudzu.  No hotels.  No houses.  No arcades.  Feels like a totally different Myrtle out here.
• Surfer dude was gone when I walked back.  Guess his patience gave up.
• Amazon lady struts up the beach in a bikini, turning male heads, old and young.  I follow her progress to two shivering bikinied pals, huddled together on towels.  When it's clear they aren't joining her, she struts straight into the water.  All the way in, until her hair is floating on the waves.  You go, Girl.  That's determination.