Perhaps it is the stereos at max plus max on some latino channel that prohibit me from even hearing my own self think at 9:00 am, or perhaps it is the folks that watch you sail in to the place that you left your trailer several hours ago and act is if you are invading their space when you are just trying to not run over their kids.... you know, that element.... those who leave beer bottles, panties, chicken bones, syringes and condoms all over our precious beach.