At The Beach With Bill

Late Saturday night, we went back to the beach to check what sort of wallop Bill had delivered. No swimming was allowed as the waves crashed with untoward fervor far from shore, creating unsafe riptides. At 11:30 p.m., we were stunned to find that the beach was... gone. The surf had come so far in that it knocked down fences that protected the delicate dunes and flooded the parking lot. Here's the scene Sunday afternoon.Crash, boom, bam!Ayhan and Liz. D. observe.As I also observe...Liz with friend Lee.Chuck with friend Ayhan.Toe the line.Break, baby, break!