As I turn west and trade coastal communities for mountains, I reflect on the beaches I leave behind.
One thing I learned on this trip is that not all beaches are created equal. Each is unique in its own way —
some are smooth, some are littered with shells,
some are wild, untamed, and others are urban retreats.
Some slope gently into the water while others drop steeply behind large (protected by law) dunes. Each has its own personality.
Though I have been on many beaches in my days, exhibiting all of the qualities listed above, I was totally unprepared for what I found at New Smyrna Beach.
A speed limit!
I was told by many that New Smyrna Beach was the “prettiest beach” on the East Coast of Florida, because of its relatively shell-free white sand and tidal pools for the little ones to splash in. Now maybe I did not visit the best part of the beach; it does stretch for miles, but when I got there, I found condos built on seawalls almost at the water’s edge, and in their shadow, a very shallow beach area with a “speedway” taking up two-thirds of the available space.
OK, so the speed is only 10 mph, but when it is between the beach goer and the water, that is about 10 mph too fast in my opinion.
Or do as I did — drive to the far end of the barrier island into the northern section of Canaveral National Seashore and find miles and miles and miles and miles of beach with only foot traffic allowed.