A Beach Comb-Over?

On Friday--our first full day here--we went on a guided beach tour with Kelly, who has a degree Journalism.  Despite her degree, she was a pleasant enough guide.  She answered all the questions we had, and she made the trip down the cliff and along the beach for a mile or so enjoyable. Despite this, we declined the return trip, opting instead for a ride back on the shuttle bus.  The walk had tired us some, and we figured the return trip would end with a climb back up the cliff.  We bypassed a breakfast at the Beachcomber Cafe with a nod in the direction of not rewarding ourselves when we were taking the easy way out.  Nevertheless, we enjoyed it, and had no regrets bout forgoing the return hike.  The beach itself was narrowed by the high tide, so a fair amount of the walk along the beach was on soft sand that shifter when you stepped and provided little reliable surface for proper stepping (oh, yes--we are proper steppers, we have been trained to do so).

Today, we decided to try the trip again, promising ourselves we would stop for breakfast at the Beachcomber Cafe at the end of the beach as a reward for our effort (we are also experts in motivational psychology).  This time, we ventured out without Kelly, figuring the route had not been too complicated, and that there would be some signs, etc.  As we headed down the cliff path, we noted there was apparently a path that ran along the top of the bluff and might be easier to tolerate when we headed back.

As we moved on down and trekking along the beach, we took in the sights, and steeled ourselves to have the courage to walk all the way back as well.  A bit prematurely, we rewarded ourselves with the breakfast at the bottom of the cliff at the Beachcomber Cafe.  We headed up the path, passing the pickup point for the shuttle bus.  As we reached the top of the cliff, we found there was indeed a path along the top that avoided the arduous trip up the cliff at the conclusion.  With courage and determination, we made it back.  We noted also that we had walked a total of an hour and forty-five minutes.  Given that we had successfully walked both ways and had our breakfast as intended, I noted that we had successfully executed a Beach-Comb-Over, and took a nap.