Who would have thought we could find such joy from ocean foam. But, with the winds blowing 25-30 knots out at Tybee, the foam on the beach was being picked up by the wind and rolled or moved quite quickly. More times than we could count our shoes were foam-bombed, or scared us (read: me) as the foam was carried rapidly by. Such a hoot!
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