Hey y'all, I'm back. Miss Thang has been repaired. Seems like it was a hardware problem...a chip or a board or something and to think, I was blaming it on Windows. Anyway, I've got so much to tell you. I think I'll start with the Tropical Storm.
The start of our walk/jog to the jetties and back.
The day was so gloomy that our photos looked almost sepia toned, with the exception of pops of color peeking out here and there.
I wondered where in the world this log floated up from.
You could tell that it was completely saturated with water.
The end of the jetties...the waves splashing about.
Left over splashes.
There I go, trying to tame the poncho beast.
That thing was nearly in shreds by the time we got back.
We mostly walked, but every so often would start jogging. On the way back, Cliff would jog ahead and wait for me to catch up. While he was waiting, he penned this in the sand. He loves me!
Do you ever get the feeling you're being watched? Ha!
We saw him on the drive across the causeway as we were leaving.
That little adventure was fun. By the time we got back to the park, we were wind whipped and drenched and we didn't care. That's what a change of clothes and a bathhouse are for.