Broughton Mornings, Blessed by St Barbara
Standing on the beach at Broughton at 6:15 sun is already well above the horizon and the Delta jets overhead are flying north west, probably to Seattle. Yesterday was the first hot day of the season, it reached 85 here in the afternoon. the beach is evidenced to the late afternoon and evening revelers. Like every year, I simultaneously look forward to and dread warmer water and warmer weather. The return of warmer conditions means more dumped/left trash on the beach, clogged toilets at the boat ramp, and likely higher bacterial counts in the water. This morning while picking up trash I found Santa Barbara on the beach among an odd sacrament of shot glasses and discarded clothing. (Turns out she is the patron saint of armourers, mathematicians, and the Italian Navy, I'd like to think there were a bunch of hot Italians on the beach last night, but unlikely. She was gracious enough to hang out overnight and bless our swim this morning.) At this point I do not have any lon...