Life on the edge

     In previous posts I described the location of our campsite as being on the edge of a bluff, looking directly over the Atlantic.  Well, this morning I conjured up enough energy to move my bones down and around to the bottom of that bluff.

     The first shot shows the height of the bluff.  I'm standing on the beach at low tide.


     Zooming in shows the proximity of the bus to the edge.

    You'll note that the windshield curtain is down to block that morning sun.  It will go back up after noon.  The round trip took a half hour, but it wasn't all wasted.  There were some young sun-bathers directly below the bus absorbing that same sun...sorry, no pictures.