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I remember that picture.

I'm not a beach person. My recollection of walking on a beach is sand, bugs, heat and wind. Of course, now that I live in a desert I go to see the ocean whenever I can but when I lived on Long Island I considered it a big pain in the ass.

Walking on our local beaches above the tide line is damned hard work as you sink into the sand, and if the wind blows hard enough you eat it as well.

Roy.

Digit wrote:Walking on our local beaches above the tide line is damned hard work as you sink into the sand,

So thinking hominids don't walk on your local beaches, or on any beach, above the tide line!
It's tough walking and you can't see your food.

and if the wind blows hard enough you eat it as well.

Some days you just sit out, with your back turned to the wind. If you're smart you go off the beach, a bit inland, behind a rocky outcrop, or in some woodland. A good opportunity for some dietary variation: fruits, roots, and berries. Maybe even a yummie slow lori (http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x950uk ... nn_animals), or some delicious eggs.
And when the wind has turned, or died down, you go back to the beach, to the waterline, to continue your trek cum permanent (sea)food gathering.
They weren't on a timetable, remember? They weren't going anywhere specific! They were just following the (sea)food.

I fail to see any requirement for a few dozen people to travel thousands of miles along any beach in search of food. To them the food supply was inexhaustable and thus no need to develop water craft of any sort.

Roy.

Digit wrote:Enter picture of nutty Hollanders walk/wading an estuary!

You can look that one up for yourself if you need reminding.

I just found out that my brother and one of my sisters have done it as well (20 years ago): walk/wading from the shore across the flats to the islands. 20 kilometers. Both said there's only a 200 metre zone just offshore, on both sides, that are the difficult parts: where you get sucked up to your knees into the mud (Roy's "quicksand" ), so that's very tiring to struggle through. But it's perfectly possible nevertheless! 10,000 people do it every year. For kicks.
In between the going was easy: hard flats, and here and there a bit of wading (across a hard sandy bottom), with the water half way up to your calves. You can (and are advised to) do the crossing in shorts and barefeet.

I know, I've heard you numerous times, I also recall asking you to try it on the Ganges or even my local river. i also recall you telling us that slack water lasted hours and me and Sam S publishing tide tables to prove you wrong, I recall it being 20 minutes on the Teifi and telling you wouldn't even get across the local mud flats in that time.
All of which you have totally ignored.
Try this. How many HG groups have you heard of travelling hundreds of miles as opposed to sticking to their own area?
Which water course would you wade across to get out of Africa, forgeting about land bridges that bob up and down of course?

Roy.

Digit wrote:I know, I've heard you numerous times, I also recall asking you to try it on the Ganges or even my local river. i also recall you telling us that slack water lasted hours and me and Sam S publishing tide tables to prove you wrong, I recall it being 20 minutes on the Teifi and telling you wouldn't even get across the local mud flats in that time.
All of which you have totally ignored.

You have a rich, and conveniently slanted imagination, and a very bad memory. Could be a sign of Alzheimer's... Better have that checked.

Try this. How many HG groups have you heard of travelling hundreds of miles as opposed to sticking to their own area?

None. As they move on average only maybe a dozen miles per year.
That's a lot of miles in a couple hundred K years, you know.

Which water course would you wade across to get out of Africa, forgeting about land bridges that bob up and down of course?

If you don't know you need to go back to elementary school.

I have an excellent, ie, non selective memory. I would also remind you that at that time you did what you always do with an inconvenient question. You dodged!
You rabbited on about falling sea levels in case you need any additional reminders. You also published your well remembered pic of your countrymen wade walking, remember now?

Roy.

Digit wrote:I have an excellent, ie, non selective memory. I would also remind you that at that time you did what you always do with an inconvenient question. You dodged!
You rabbited on about falling sea levels in case you need any additional reminders. You also published your well remembered pic of your countrymen wade walking, remember now?

You sooo remind me of this:

You see, dodging again!
I'll hazard a guess that your memory has been jogged!
You are even more predictable than you claim I am. When challenged change subject.

Roy.

I'll always 'dodge' stupid questions and BS challenges. They are beneath me.

Put your money where your mouth is: post the quote where you claim I said dead tide lasts hours. With URL please.

Ah of course, I seem to have heard that from others unwilling to answer simple questions. They always claim to be privy to the truth that is hidden from more normal mortals. Religious fanatics come to mind, plus those incapable or unwilling to face simple facts that they do not like.
Move over reality, fantasy rules!

Roy.

where you get sucked up to your knees into the mud

I'd consider that a drawback.

As I said once before RS I am not going to search back looking for your stupid comments, they are far too numerous. You were challenged on the dead water subject by both me and SS, your failure to remember it is not my problem. As I said earlier it was when you raised the subject of wade/walking, if you don't remember that that is also your problem. Do you remember the picture you posted?

Roy.

Digit wrote:As I said once before RS I am not going to search back looking for your stupid comments, they are far too numerous.

So because you're lazy you dream up bogus quotes.
Anything to score brownie points, eh? Even if it's fake.
I did that when I was seven...