I arrived at the surfer’s end of Second Beach at about four-thirty on a beautiful Wednesday night. The weather was perfect. Not too sunny, but also not too cloudy. There was a slight breeze, enough to knock some signs off the table if it weren’t for a few pieces of duct tape.
As a young summer intern, I was elated to be at my first beach cleanup of the season. Once I saw Dave’s car pull into the parking lot I greeted him and started setting up.Continue reading “The impact you can make…”