My first hand observations
Guess the rant continues for me....back here for the fourth time this year (since december 31st, 2007) and am appalled to note over and over man's ignorance, stupidty, hostility towards anyone with an opinion other than their own. Once again we watch as people dig holes from boredom, competition, ignorance; throw their trash down and walkaway as if the beach fairy will just clean it up, ignore flags, conditions, common sense. Maybe it is a vacation mode one reaches away from home. Maybe it is just a mean streak that says "I am independent and I can do any damn thing I wanna at any damn time I wanna", or it is a mask behind which fear of anything threatening to individual "freedoms" hide. Not to get too philosophical. Yesterday I picked up four plastic jugs and two full bags of trash on my walk from the Powell Lake outlet to our beach area at Inlet Beach and just had to walk away from somethings I saw or have my blood pressure surge to nasty levels. It, the flagrant disregard for "rules", isn't restricted to class, education, regional or religious differences, race, color or creed. It is pervasive. So I really believe it is education. Whatever is being done to educate the vacationing public isn't done thoroughly or completely or constantly enough. It will take the flags, posted warnings, printed materials, refrigerator magnets, radio commercials, TV spots, banners, lifeguard warnings, sheriff and other officials patrolling the beaches verbal and PA warnings, for years from January through December. Require all rental agents and companys to provide the warning materials for each rental unit/home/condo or face fines. Issue citations and demand ID for any issuance even if the recipient of msuch a warning must return to their unit for an ID. Follow-up on all citations. Get tough. As far as the fear of local government being seen as tough on beach violations, it reminds me of the early scenes in "Jaws" when the local officials fear posting beach closed signs or shark warning signs for fear of loosing tourist income.
Anyway, I shed a tear or two when I think about the days when the sands would sing when you walked, when the small bits of trash were almost unnoticeable, when the clusters of beach umbrellas disappeared each night, when one could walk the beach at night wiout a flashlight on a good moon and not step in a hole and sprain an ankle. Maybe we can return to those days if everyone here becomes an activist and demand visitors behave according to local laws and rules. That's my take.