Beach

Took the mutt out on Chick's Beach (named not for the cute girls nor the baby birds, but for Chic's, a now-defunct restaurant) and did about five miles of walking, from the Chesapeake Bay bridge almost to Lynnhaven Bay, and back. After a couple hundred yards of plowing through dry sand, I went down by the water and accepted that I was going to get wet feet as the tide came in; walking on packed sand is a lot easier. The mutt started off all bouncy and frisky and running around to investigate everything; by the end, she was dog tired. Nothing much of note on the beach, although there were more cargo ships than usual at anchor in the bay.