I reach Silver Sands and walk the beach until Iget to the first boardwalk that takes me back to firm land on the opposite side of the marsh. There is no damage to anything unless it is man-made. When one walks off trail in the forest, a fallen tree is a fallen tree. It is only damage if it should happen to fall across a road or trail or campground.
Nature happens to everything.
Damage happens to man.
Change is natural.
Just as I get to the main road, a large 6-point whitetail buck crosses the street with no more hurry to its step than my own. It sees nothing out of the usual.