Cleaning it up!
On July 5th I strolled to the beach (Inlet Beach) and started picking up trash from the fireworks barrage (to which I contributed a bit), plastic remnants, cigarete butts, cigar butts, plastic caps, an odd flip flop or so, broken toys, lonely rubber duckies, plastic drink bottles, cellophane, poly rope braids, six pack rings, large food remnants, rubber bands, hair clips, bobby pins, and filled five plastic bags with the small stuff in about a 100 yard long and 70 yard wide beach area before I gave up. One couple sheltering under one of those damn canopies that had been up all week told me I was doing a great job as they slung back a couple of beers in glass bottles which they would hide whenever the authorities trucked by . Great job! Some of this areas visitors are a buncha SOB's ; uneducated, resentful, bitter, uninterested crackers with little to do but sit on their asses and swill beer until they are drunk enough to make it back to the rented beach house. One group of between 8 and 12 young couples played their beach-side porch music so loud each day we could hear it 100 yards away, left their volleyball net up for 5 days until it fell down at last, dug numerous holes in the sand leaving them uncovered for several days, threw their sun lotion empties and beer can empties outside their house in the sand and blew off huge fireworks as close to a turtle nesting site as 10'; I know because I picked up rocket bases and crap right there. These were seemingly college age couples who one would think had some sensitivity to these issues, but like their parents, care less for anyone or thing other than themselves. Rant over!