Weekend With the G-Kids

Weekend With the G-Kids - Part 1

Mackenzie had a couple days off this past weekend (August 7-8) so she wanted to get the g-kids from their present residence in North Port which is about an hour away. Armed with Greta Garmin off we go to pick them up for her. She wasn't off work until later that evening so we went to the beach to wear them out. Unfortunately these two simply do not wear out or slow down.

Coming down from Skyway Bridge.

Fishing near the bridge.

Nice drive to North Port which is just south of Sarasota. We also saw a sign offering burial in a Gulf reef. From their literature: "Both patent-pending products have a unique Care Chamber™ that seals using marine-grade adhesive to protect the cremated remains of our loved ones for generations, and both the Classic™ and Living Urn™ are designed to attract and foster life for generations, creating what is, quite naturally "the most peaceful resting place on earth." You can send for your own ocean/freshwater urn for $1000 or you can have your loved ones' remains placed in the Sarasota Reef for $4000.

Stopped at Wal-Mart on way back and spotted this neat '67 Dodge that still seems to be in service as the family auto.

Now on to the beach which was pretty cool because we stayed well after sunset and witnessed the most UNBELIEVABLE sunset. I've never seen anything like it. Truly, you won't want to miss it. Coming soon.

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