January 1, 2022
The last day of 2021 dawned cloudy but mild, temperatures climbing during the day into the low 50s. Hub and I were home, our calendars quite empty, with no desire to fill in the boxes. There was a lot I could have done around the house, but I contracted a bad case of holiday lethargy and did…nothing worthwhile.
Well, almost nothing.
I took a walk.
On the last day of the year, I went for a walk. I left the house late morning grasping my recently purchased and now favorite walking companion – my hiking poles. The clouds never disappeared, and fog hung low in the distance. My goal was a leisurely three-mile jaunt, but with time-outs for pictures and a brief stop at the library that lasted much longer than anticipated, I only rambled 2.5 miles before raindrops and colder air beckoned me indoors.
I trekked along the Boardwalk and beach. It was low tide, and a wide, firm swath of wet sand allowed for easy-going beach walking. I was almost, but not quite, alone.
The Boardwalk seems endless. In the past, I have ridden my bike and walked the entire six-mile length, dodging walkers, joggers, strollers, and bikers. On December 31 it was calm and almost empty.
The fishing pier juts out into the Atlantic Ocean. It is a favorite summer hangout for all ages, including some actual fishermen and women.
I wonder if the owner of this kayak left it on the beach, intending to return for it.
Maybe one of his/her kids didn’t want to lug it home. Or maybe it was deliberately abandoned.
A lone paddleboarder enjoying his day off.
The beach, the ocean, the Boardwalk, and a few hearty souls enjoying their holiday break despite less-than-perfect weather.
I wish everyone a healthy, happy 2022.