An observation or two after 12 consecutive days at the beach – or beaches. We’ve been to 8 different ones. Early on in the vacation, I got sunburn on the back of my thighs, way up high. Ok, basically, my butt cheeks got a little pink in their lower region. Relying upon a spray can of SPF 50 isn’t foolproof, you know? Anyway, it was the first of a few different isolated, random sunburns I experienced on the annual vacation. The tops of my feet, the area immediately above my bikini top, my left wrist…yeah, you get the picture. It was a silly series of burns, fortunately, none too serious or painful.
Maybe I can blame some of my distracted sunscreen application on something I observed which occupied my attention, namely cigarette butts. Can someone, anyone, tell me who the people are that toss the remains of their addiction on the sand at a pristine beach? I mean, it’s different from that guy at Aquinnah who was smoking a cigar on the beach. That was smelly and unwelcome, but it eventually wafted off, unlike those nasty cigarette remnants. Those, well, those will be there for a long time to go.
It would be awesome if butts and burning were mutually exclusive, wouldn’t it? How about I do a better job of covering my ass (and my feet and my chest…) and smokers dispose of their trash in a more considerate manner? Sounds like a much more scenic beach experience for all of us.