Last Chance

It is "the week before" this week. The week before classes start. The week all good faculty come home to roost. The week of meetings and orientations. This week is not a week I particularly enjoy. I will enjoy next week--when I'm actually in front of a class--more but really I like it when we're a week or two into a semester and I start to feel the groove.

b and I managed to have one last summer fling this weekend. We woke up early (well early for us) Friday morning and drove over 4 hours to the coast. It started raining and then pouring about halfway there but shortly after reaching our destination the skies cleared.

We packed our boats and started paddling.

We reached a pier that is fairly well hidden.

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We tied our boats to the pier, unloaded and carried our gear to the beach.

We set-up our tent and then b cooked us a lovely dinner (linguini w/ broccoli in a red sauce) while I drank a very cold Guinness. The beach was ours all night and for most of the next day. It seems the sea turtles hatch their young this time of year and no vehicles are allowed on the beach. We had a few people come by boat but they didn't stay long. We swam and lounged and swatted at flies (15 kills - most of the b's).

There was a small shelter with two picnic tables but b set up a tarp so we could lie in the sand and enjoy the shade.

Dinner the second night was salmon with green beans and yellow rice. Cocktails were whiskey and tequila. Dessert was Hershey's chocolate bars (dark chocolate for me). The next morning, after breakfast, we started the paddle/drive back to reality.