Sometimes it stinks to be my kid. Really. Take Saturday, for a few hours that day, being my daughter stunk to the high heavens. That's when we helped out with the beach clean-up on North Topsail Beach that was part of the Earth and Surf Festival.





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The clean-up was on a part of the beach we don't regularly visit, and I must say the trash wasn't nearly as interesting there as it is right here. In addition to the two perfectly good pair of men's Ray-Bans, the 5-lb. hammer, the just about new fishing lure, and don't let me tell you how many sand toys I have found on our beach, I came across this message in a bottle the very day of the clean-up. 
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Down the road, though, we garbage pickers didn't do much better than roofing shingles, cigarette butts galore, a Styrofoam cooler (good if you don't mind green slippery things hob-knobbing with your lunch), and every kind of junk food wrapper.
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It just wouldn't be right for the mama turtles to have to climb over our junk to lay their eggs and keep the whole mystery going.  You stick around here long enough, and you get house proud.  You love this world or you don't--and we all know by what you do with what you've got.


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Here's Miss Muscles posing with what we picked up in a sadly small area.

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We hit the beach afterwards, and we were so tired from the exercise and the heat that we forgot our basic chair-operating skills.  Oh well.  The rain came and washed the stink away, but not before I got the requisite photo.
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Now this is my kind of debris!

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