Wonderful to be back at the beach! Any beach! I was itching to see what our shore is like, though we arrived late in the day at our latest Airbnb and had to unpack just a little. By then it was dark. We can see birds from our deck and hear them all around our house (half a house) at the end of a dead end street, peaceful apart from the chirping. We’ve already met a nice neighbor, too.
It’s two blocks to the beach, and unlike some of the other places we’ve been (Bainbridge Island, I’m looking at you), there is public access at the end of every street. The beach is broad and extends a long way. Offshore lie huge ships waiting to enter the port of Norfolk. We watched an immense container ship heading out of the estuary into the open sea. It was amazingly large, and once at sea, it moved surprisingly fast. (We also saw the giant cloud of pollution its diesel motors emit to achieve that pace.)
Our house is lovely, just renovated, with a deck and gas grill. It only took Jonathan a few tries to get the TV working-I threw in the towel when I pressed “power” on the remote and got fuzz. (I love finding the folded paper of symbols that comes with the remote and no other instructions. No I don’t.)
Decor is beachy, with some Audubon prints that I like, and one strange item. What on earth is this? Does anyone know if it has special significance in Virginia, or is it just the usual case of decorating a property with a combination of Ikea and Christmas presents you don’t dare regift?
Jonathan hasn’t done too much cooking, because once we were settled, we found the gas stove isn’t working. A couple of calls to our property manager revealed that we are the first guests after an extensive renovation, and no one checked to make sure the utilities were all reconnected. We did not hang around to meet the gas guys on Saturday morning, thinking that the province of the manager, and consequently, were not home when the gas guy came by and couldn’t put the gas back on. With luck, we’ll have gas on Monday. Good thing Jonathan found the fuel for our barbeque. That and a microwave, and we’re fine for now.
Virginia Beach has swimming, surfing, body boarding, even horseback rides along the sand. Boat tours run up and down the shoreline. However, it’s not a beachcombers delight. Little sweeps of broken shell line the high tide margin, just where we expect to find beach glass, but nothing is there. We plan to expand our search area in the coming week.
We began our local exploration at the extensive boardwalk that runs for about a mile past identical hotels, balconies empty now, but likely to be full on Easter weekend. The boardwalk is lovely and broad, with a separate lane for bicycles and pedal carts. We stopped at a number of sculptures along the way, and passed people playing on the beach. As we passed what looked like a game of rugby on the sand, the group broke up, with about ten of the players heading down to the water’s edge, where they lined up and then ran together into the water for a very quick dip. The air temperature was in the mid-50’s (F). The water temperature was probably similar.
Clockwise from upper left: King Neptune with Jonathan hidden in front; Contemporary airmen memorial reminds me of my niece Julia, an Air Force flyer; me with parrot friend; Jonathan with robot friend; Jonathan with shell; Norwegian lady and I face Moss, Norway, where a companion monument is located, both dedicated to victims of a shipwreck.
We also passed a rally in support of Ukraine.
All this in one walk, and there is more in either direction. It was pretty cold outside, with a brisk wind. We may put off our next stroll until later in the week when it is scheduled to warm up. For now, the beach and the sun is a good introduction.