The evening light created the illusion that these footprints were actually pressing up through the sand rather than being imprints, as though some group of magical beings had been strolling on the ceiling of an underworld below me.
The beach is next to my hotel in Hilton Head, South Carolina. What am I doing in Hilton Head? I wanted to piggyback off my successful week in Washington by trying a solo journey. I wanted to be somewhere by the water -- I don't really like beach resorts but I love the ocean -- and it's reasonably easy to get here. So I found a nice hotel on the beach I could pay for with points, booked a flight and a rental car and here I am.
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