We're back in the trailer on the beach. One end has sunk even further into the sand so it's a little like being on a boat. We have to be careful how we place our glasses on the table. One day, Big Dog's glass slid right off the counter onto the floor, spilling his salty dog (isn't that what you call vodka and grapefruit juice?) Still, it's great to be lazy and nearly naked every day.
The crocs are bigger than ever and this year, I am seeing fireflies at night. And the beaches are still beautifully deserted.