One of the pleasures of this beach is its diner on the pier. We usually have an annual "feed" of fried clams and scallops, served up with an overabundance of soggy fries and a hint of coleslaw on the side, all washed down with a cold beer. Tonight we refrained, though were tempted by this large gentleman's plate of lobsters.
Even bikers dig the beach...or greasy fried seafood.
A fingernail moon pokes through the sky.
Dusk is settling in. Time for us to hit the highway for the long drive home, spurred on by the promise of spaghetti with a quick homemade marinara sauce (in keeping with the marine theme), and a well chilled bottle of white. I don't foresee there being any leftovers.