Anytime I see a small body of water, I look for turtles. I usually find them and stare and smile and wish I knew what they were thinking. And planning. And carrying in their backpacks.
Speedo guy made us gawk and giggle. He didn't seem to notice us at all.
That was one fashionable dog, perhaps the best-dressed beachgoer that entire day.
An ominously cloudy sky did not deter my clan from heading for the water.
The wind only served to encourage my son's superhero fantasies.
A goat after my own heart: up on the roof, looking for a way to escape the pen.
Sunrise on our last morning there.
Perhaps tomorrow morning will be warmer.
I doubt the sky will be as beautiful though.
I look forward to finding out.
I wish I could do so at the beach again...
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