Went for a beach walk yesterday afternoon after logging off from here. I'm heading south into the wind, since it was between squalls and its always wise to start out into the wind on a showery day, so if it gets bad and you decide to flee back to your rig, you have the wind and rain at your back. After about a half-mile walking on the wave-swept beach, I see this small red dot coming at me, getting larger, and it became a cyclist...a dude I recognized from somewhere around here. Was the only other person on the beach at that time. He slowed as he approached, so I flagged him down, because I recognized his bike! I'm acquainted with his girlfriend, as she's a surfer and some of her friends happen to be my friends...she was riding his bike the last time I ran into her. We chatted a bit, and he said he'd recently moved here from Montana. Went on to say that he had worked in a bike shop in Whitefish. I told him I'd have to talk with him about that later, and that he should finish his ride before he cooled down, and the next squall hit. He said, "Its a great day for riding on the beach! You should be on your bike." I mumbled some lame excuse about it raining at my place when I was trying to decide whether to ride or walk, and he laughed and took off. I walked about 300 yards further, and the sky started crying hard, and the wind picked up again, so I turned around and speed walked back to the beach approach, and my rig.