One of the things I most enjoy about summer in a beach town is watching the dedicated beach walkers.
By dedicated I mean the folks who traverse the water's edge religiously weekend after weekend. These are the people who either reside in the area year round or travel to their vacation homes religiously.
I have learned there are as many styles of beach walking as there are personalities.
There's the farsighted shuffler whose feet kick up a continual storm of sand while he or she stares off at the distant horizon. I'm continually amazed that this walker somehow manages to avoid the excavations and castles of the younger crowd.
The determined pacer has a head down, long-legged stride that causes other beach goers to scramble out of the way. This walker is either trying to beat last the previous weekend's time or is in a hurry to reach certain facilities.
The fleet footed gawker constantly scans the crowds while pirouetting on the balls of their feet. There is not a single act of beach behavior- behind, in front, or to the side - that goes unnoticed by this shoreline traveler.
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