mama's on baywatch...we're safe, no hoff here!

It doesn't have to be a perfect day for me to enjoy the beach, living across the road from it makes you appreciate it almost any time of year...mighty ferocious storms and all.

But on this particular day back in early February, the gorgeous weather made it impossible to not wander out for the first real stroll of Oh-Nine. Lucky for you, I had my trusty (if very grainy) El-Cheapo camera. El Cheapo numero uno that is, cause last month I replaced it with El-Cheapo Duece.

SO... The husby and I...
We checked out the new fishing pier, which is finally coming along. The metal structure at the start is going to have a bait shop and according to the sign the pier is a whopping 700 feet long! Or 900 feet long. Either way its long enough that El-Cheapo couldn't capture it all it one shot...

In the event that it's 700 feet, please do not try to walk 900 feet...

And then of course, there is my favorite - the viewing pier, which we found unlocked so of course I had to skip across the wooden planks like an 8 year old. Once upon a time (Oct '08) we stood out at the end this very pier and watched as dolphins swam passed. DOLPHINS! A rare sight in our neck of the bay. It was awesome. Sadly, no dolphins on this day...BUT...there was this big mound of seaweed all mangled up and covered in sand just under the pier. It totally reminds me of my hair after a humid summer day on the beach...could it be my twin SeaHag Sister all passed out?


POP QUIZ TIME!!!

What do you do when you see sleeping flock of seagulls?

THIS! Duh.Be careful though, it's all fun and games until they start pooping on you. Carry a big umbrella!

Oh...And here lies one unfortunate crusty Buckroe native:
He's awfully big for a Chesapeake Blue...we think he's one of those horseshoe crabs. But aren't horsehoes lucky? This guy ain't lookin' so lucky to me.

So you know when you learn about history you think about how cruel and ignorant the world must have once been (and then you realize it still is)? Well, right here on Buckroe Beach there's a sign that tells of a resort built by and for black people, lasting up until 1973. I was a year old then, and not that that matters, its just I thought that the madness of segregation had come to an end before I was born and it obviously had not. A woman I know told me she hung out at Buckroe in those days and that there was some big ol' hurricane metal fence dividing the beach - whites on one side & blacks on the other - and from time to time a bunch of people on both sides would gather and spew hateful words back & forth over the fence...back & forth, back & forth, just like some ginormous volleyball o'hate. So sad. And here I thought the 70's were all groovy and peace lovin'.
How exactly did they get away with that anyways? I mean, wasn't there some big Santa Cruz style amusement park here back then?

Yet even in this day & age Buckroe isn't without its fences and divisions, except that now? Its all about The Haves & The Have Nots.
Careful crossing the white pickett fence all you little Have Nots, for the Have People (wearing LaCoste shirts & sun visors) will give you the smack down with their tennis rackets.
Look closely...you will see that they have signs too...Keep Out, Private Beach, Stay Off. And occasionally a trespasser will flash them a little "sign language" in return. Not that I know anyone like that.