Thurston held his son's legs as he sat on his shoulders. They both peered into the mist atop the pier. They were whale-watching and had been visiting this stretch of the ocean for the past 2 years, once every week. Each time on schedule.
They had only seen a whale that one time. But it had been enough for them to keep making the journey back each week.
The waves crashed onto the rocks as seagulls scavenged the trash on the beach. Why wasn't anyone taking care of this place better, Thurston thought. On their way out, he stuffed his trashbag full of the filth that dotted the sands.
"Better than doing nothing," Thurston thought, as he loaded his son into the car and drove off into the cool morning.