A couple of helpful old-timers in this highway pub assured us that Inch Beach was just around the next curve or so.
Cold, windy, and damp. But still a nice stop.
Just beyond the rocks are a couple of surfers.
Carla ponders some mystical sand writing that might have been here for hundreds of years.
Jamie.
More mystical evidence. A miniature stonehenge.
The beach started getting crowded so we continued our journey.
