Anyway, we decided he was healthy and he should just go home. I have no idea why he wandered out onto the beach. There is still plenty of fresh water flowing from Old Creek out to sea, so maybe he just was out for a walk, following the creek, who knows.
I put the crate in my car & drove down to the 24th street parking lot. I walked him (carried him, actually) down to the marsh at the creek. I had never been that close to it -and it's much larger than you would think. All kinds of marshy plants, and plenty of frog sounds. I set him down - really wanting to see him scurry off, but he just sat there. I waited for a bit, then decided he would move when ready. I bid him good luck and left.
I'm sure he's frolicking around with his friends again...at least I hope so! I would guess that's the only time I'll ever find a turtle on the beach :)
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Thanks for followup! What a fun story!
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