First, because I need to say it, I saw the Whiskered Tern. It's dead center in the photo below. It wasn't a great look, but after a few long hours of trucking up and down the hot beach (in jean! why did I wear jeans!), it was a relief. Thanks very much to the Guy in the White Hat for finding the bird, and sorry I didn't get your name.
Some ferry-goers enjoying the view:
In addition to those things, I also saw: A redneck wedding; an overpriced ferryboat margarita; and, ABA Year Birds 386-390 (Mute Swan, American Oystercatcher, Sanderling, Black Skimmer and, duh, Whiskered Tern). It was a good, long day.