Last week’s beach ride turned into one of those moments that reminds me why beachcombing is never predictable. I set out on my electric bike for a long ride down the shoreline, covering about 40 miles of sand near Port Aransas.
The beach conditions were windy, lots of sargassum seaweed washing in with the onshore winds. There was nobody around and it felt like I had the coast to myself.
About midway through the ride, something unusual appeared ahead of me, the unmistakable shape of a boat sitting where no boat should be. As I approached, I could see it was a single-engine Bayliner, roughly 22 feet long, freshly washed ashore…