What is that saying… one man’s trash is another man’s treasure? Say good day to Dead Horse Bay.
Early one day, I decided to bike to the bay. I’m kidding… no more rhymes. So, treasure, huh? Perhaps. Orrrrr simply a spectacular amount of trash that is so overwhelming, you actually become stunned into thinking its treasure… until you get up close to it, of course.
Fear not, there are no dead horses here (though I’ve read that there used to be horse bones on the beach since it used to be a horse farm). Besides the occasional tire and shoe, the bay’s sand is covered with small bottles, in all shapes and sizes. Don’t ask me why. Interesting sight to see. Found a boat… lots of trash… Hmmmm… I think that about covers it.