Peck Lake sits just west of the Atlantic Ocean, south of St. Lucie inlet. On the evening of our arrival we were too tired to even get off the boat. The next morning the scouting committee (Chris and girls) loaded up in the dingy and headed out to see what they could see.
I was surprised to see them back at the mother ship after only 5 minutes. They came back to get me because it was so cool. I had to agree - it was definately cool.
The water was a beautiful mixture of shades of blue. That nasty east wind was really churning up the waves and causing a frothy beard at the edge of each. We walked up the beach, and then down the beach. There was hardly another soul around.
We made some odd finds as we combed the beach. Mixed in with the sea shells, sea grass, crabs and other anticipated beach stuff, there was a disturbing amount of trash that had washed up on shore. Plastic is undoubtedly as big of a curse as it is a blessing to our modern society. Previously I might have thought "isn't it wonderful how long a product made out of plastic can last?" Strolling through the washed up flip flops, frisbies, water bottles, fishing lures, etc., I thought to myself "isn't it awful how long a product made out of plastic can last?"
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