One of the places we visited was the beach at St George's Island State Park in Florida. The Island is in the western panhandle of the state.
There was nobody much out on the beach, which was grand. I did spot one person walking towards me, so I scooped up the evidence and turned away. When I turned back he was going the other direction and never returned. Thank you, whoever you were.
Here are a couple of glimpses for the detail-oriented:
Previous Rinker posts include Etching My Own, Half Appaloosa, Chestnut No Longer and Rinker on the Scuppernong.
Back at the beach, I was soon distracted by the waves. You can tell by the tilt. And so was he.
Future blog subjects should include the shoulders of #454 and Fancy's Hackamore.