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Mickler Beach

Alanna Salussolia
1 Day's Haul!
1 Day's Haul!

So many shells and so few teeth. My husband and I have a new obsession, searching for shark teeth. I've always loved the beach. I love spending hours in the sun, crisping up, then rinsing off in the sea. I love climbing on a surfboard and feeling the see-saw of the current loll me into a worshipful reverie of the horizon.


West Coast to East

Laguna Beach was the first shore I loved. Growing up on the Pacific coast meant spending days jumping into the water and accepting the surge of cold that tickled my skin into a goosebump expanse.


Next, it was Cocoa, New Smyrna, Jax Beach. And all of that has finally brought me to my favorite beach, Mickler Beach. It's probably the best part of moving to St. Johns County. Most of my Mickler fandom is proximity to home - the straight-ish shot from 210 that slings us to this curb of ocean.

At Mickler Beach with our beach wagon, ready to stay a while
At Mickler Beach with our beach wagon, ready to stay a while

The parking lot is adequate, there are bathrooms, showers, some covered picnic tables (it rains a lot!). There is even a nearby shop to rent boards, North Guana Outpost. We rented on a summer afternoon that was unfortunately filled with baby jellyfish and a serious lack of waves.


Whatever the Weather

Rain, shine, post-storm, or shivering cold. All weather is shark teeth hunting appropriate. Post-hurricane proximity can mean more teeth, so you can find us there then. Since 9 months of the year are hotter than Hades, we don't mind bundling up during breezy days. We know the alternative is sleepy, sweaty August afternoons. And our beach tent can protect us from sun, wind, and a little rain.


I Love the Hunt


I'm trying to say I love the hunt for shark teeth. It's like trying to find treasure at the bottom of the ocean, but someone lifted the blanket of water to let you freely roam to find something hidden, special, and small.


It can be really hard to walk away though, resisting the instinct to pick up any triangular fleck that just might be the next treasure. You just want to find one more. Just one.

Shark!
Shark!

Ocean Addicts

It's not my inner pirate, but maybe a little closer to a childhood whim of becoming a marine biologist and studying bottle-nosed dolphins. Could it be loving Jaws or having brothers that surf? It probably comes down to Sharknado. I think it's the mix of sitting by my brothers at Second Light by Patrick Air Force Base and having my toes dangle in the water. My toes felt like dangling 10 puppy treats in the water. But this puppy was less bulldog and more shark. I worry that and I will get a cut and then a dangerous ketchup will make me dead meat.


Sifting through the sands, it's a tangible, tactical journey. Mostly, I find nothing. Sometimes we find these little almost x's. These little jacks. These little arrowheads that line those ferocious jaws.

Lucy even looks!
Lucy even looks!


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