On Thursday afternoon last week I stuffed a plastic bag in my pocket, backed my pickup truck out of the yard, and headed for the Pony Pen beach. I walked across to the water, then set out for about two miles...first south along the tide line, then turned north and walked back farther up near the dunes. I only glanced out at the ocean occasionally. The surf was rough, and there was no chance of seeing dolphins. I was searching for trash. Below is a photo of what I found...a barnacle encrusted scotch bonnet, and a broken piece of a glass jar.
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I wondered where the broken glass had come from. The edges were still sharp, so it hadn't been there long. Regardless, I was encouraged to be reminded that Ocracoke's beach is remarkably clean.
Our latest Ocracoke Newsletter tells the story of Ocracoker, Kelly O'Neal, and the 1951 revolution in Siam (Thailand). You can read it here: