Back to the beach again. We are finding it difficult to make it a full week without a beach visit. This was another very close one (perhaps a 7-minute drive to the parking) called Tennessee Beach (which is in Tennessee Cove, part of the Tennessee Valley, where the
S.S. Tennessee crashed ... small world). We were invited by Stephanie,
one of the 3rd grade teachers Mary works with at Bel Aire, and her family. The hike was about 2 miles from the parking lot along a beautiful hilly valley with a fresh water stream/river running along the path.

This particular beach is noteworthy for its cliffs and geology, as you can see in some of the pics below.




Once we arrived at the beach, you had to cross where the freshwater fed towards the ocean, fortunately a bridge was already made by previous visitors. However, Sam said the water was quite warm and we would have been fine.

Of course the day wasn't quite as warm...

Stephanie, John and I do what you do when you first get to a beach ... stare at the ocean (of course they probably didn't have images of seaweed encrusted kracken climbing from out the deep like I did. Freakin' Normals...)

Because it was lowtide, we were allowed a passage from the main beach to a smaller one which had crashing waves and great climbing rocks. Here is a picture taken from the vantage of the minor beach, the waves still made the path impassable at times.


When the waves crashed into this one seacave, it made a tremendous
THUMP!
I just returned from a 3-hour Ring Mountain hike today, so I don't really have the bloggin' energy. However, I anticipate that both
Mary and
Sam will blog more about our lovely afternoon with a nice family and a new beach.