Meanwhile ... back at the beach.
Bear makes a discovery.
Bear wasn't too sure about this flower pot that washed ashore on his watch.
It seemed to be an intruder of some kind and the Bear felt a responsibility to investigate.
After combat with the flower pot and chasing madly after a sanderling or two, we had both worked up an appetite.
So, we hit a little BBQ stand at the intersection of highway 206 and US-1.
It's one of those places with no place to sit, just good BBQ that you get and go with.
Bear and I shared a brisket sandwich in the parking lot before heading home.
Bear got the bread, I got the delicious sliced brisket.
The bbq was great!
The rice was um ... yellow.
I have a fondness for tiny BBQ spots that rely on the quality of their product for success. This place only takes cash, only sells take-out and wastes no money on interior design elements that are not involved in cooking or serving.
When I asked them how late they stay open, the answer was simply, "Until the meat is gone".
I like their sense of humor too.