Follow the Beachcomber

Tuesday was Dad's last day before heading home so we made the most of it, starting with a leisurely coffee while staring out the window.  I will never tire of this amazing view.

We decided to make a sandcastle with lots of forms and ledges, and a new kind of Aztec-looking pyramid stairway.

We went in the water a few times, had a few Yuenglings and a round of refreshing cocktails, before the clouds started rolling in.

Luckily, by this time we had gotten the castle to a semi-finished state, and the clouds and dark-reflecting water made for quite the dramatic backdrop.

It never really rained more than a light sprinkling, so we stayed down a while longer before heading in to get ready for dinner.  We had settled on this place called The Fish House, set back on the other side of 30a next to a small lake, reminiscent of an old summer camp cafeteria, albeit with much, much better food.  Quotes from Mom's favorite movie, Dirty Dancing, abounded.

(photos by e.hunt)