Yet Another Beach Cleanup in Port A

My husband, the Surfrider advocate, dragged me along to another weekend in the windy Island of Port A. To get grounded with our nature roots, we camped yet again! It's not that I hate nature or camping, I just love a bed and the protection of walls. Our second night at camp we were lucky to experience 40 mph winds. Our tent flapped and shaked like Christina Aguilera in her prime years! To top it off, the flapping sound of plastic gave Sadie extreme anxiety. She stood on all fours the entire night!

I did however, survive and I still love the beach. Minus the night spent in a vietnam wind zone, I had a lovely time watching the sunrise and exfoliating my skin on the sandy beach! Next time I demand a real bed and bathroom!