Walking on the beach yesterday, I’m looking for horseshoe crabs. They are usually on south beach. Not this time, not a one. The water is clear, the waves are gentle, the weather is just about perfect. I’m on a mission. I need to get to the pier, walk it, then run toward north beach to see the turtles. I do so. Not much going on at the pier. The plenty is fisherman with poles. The fish, not so much. The waves are nice enough for surfing but it’s noon and that’s sort of too late for that sort of thing. Early birds get the best waves. I move to the…