Bear was brave.
... and a little crazy.
I didn't think to pack the 3o foot long lead and I was really missing it as I was tugged and tossed by 102 pounds of excited Beardog.
I was not about to let him run free, not with sanderlings and willets about. I've chased him enough with chickens in his mouth and the thought of miles of open beach ruled out any free ranging on his part.
Long leash next time though!
Does it speak to you?
Bear has a low opinion of phylum Cnidaria.
The JEEP is at the other end of the sunbeam.
We romped for quite a while on an empty beach and then we rested in the shade of the JEEP. The tide was fairly high when we entered the beach and the ramp signs said, "Four Wheel Vehicles Only". That kept the tourismo hordes up near the ramps and it was only a minute or two after accessing the beach that we were alone with a long, lonely stretch of beach in front of us.
High tide and the fabled Florida-Georgia game coincided that afternoon.
The combination kept lots of people in front of TV's instead of outdoors, which is just fine by me.
Whatever floats your boat football fans, but I'd much rather be out here than sitting on my ... Fan-E.
I swear he gets taller every day.
Bear was one pooped puppy on the way home. He curled up on his blankie in the back seat and snoozed all the way to Gainesville. My JEEP is a sandy hairy mess, but this is as it should be.
Before we left the beach area, we hit a little BBQ stand for sustenance on the way home.
More on that tomorrow, plus, another video, Bear vs. Flotsam.