Our family has visited the Atlantic more than any other ocean. It's funny how the beaches along the eastern coastline of America are different. This beach was flat. Meaning unless we dug into the sand, we had no problems with it.
We learned all about high and low tide and when to go catch a wave and when to go looking for shells.
On Hilton Head, in the early morning when it was low tide at its farthest out point, we went out to the beach with high hopes of scoring some shells.
It was pitch black out there except for a few stars. Armed with flashlights we spooked many crabs scurrying back and forth on the beach. We found several small broken shell pieces, a pair of goggles, two pairs of sunglasses, and a toy turtle. We walked quite a bit of the beach before we all agreed there wasn't much there. We headed back to the condo, and back to bed!
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