The only people I passed were people walking their dogs, or men out watering their lawns or digging weeds.
I am leery of walking on the moss covered stones. There is a reason to get up on them.
Several small rivulets of water cross the beach.
One piece of me thinks it is a faster way to get to the water.
The other voice is saying to me, if you slip and fall, you will be on crutches for the rest of the summer.
A woman had crossed the road on the way home and stopped me.
"There is a large buck on that lawn," she said, pointing to the other side of the street. "I am not messing with him. They can be erratic."
I am getting a lot of hours outside, but I don't think I would be putting many numbers onto my pedometer, if I still had one.