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Beach Day

Family Day at the beach.  I needed some beach time so I told everyone where camp was and to join in on the fun.  The whole family made it but it was Norah, of course, who loved the day more than anyone else.  She wouldn't stay in the tent, so we'd slather her up with sunscreen and head back into the water with her.  Joining us in the day were Mackenzie,  Drew, Brendan, his GF Monique and Brendan's roomie, Robert.  Great day, lots of white sand, green Gulf, and blue skies.    
We had coolers full of liquid refreshment, lots of food and snacks.  Gee, it was almost perfect.  Why wasn't it perfect?  Hmmm.  Guess it was.  



Perfect beach day.  



Norah and Daddy.


Norah was like those little sea turtles that rush out to the sea right after birth.  She didn't want any tent time.


Me joining Drew and Norah for a little splash.



People next to us burying their friend.


This guy walked by with a line to his mouth.  Is this some sort of camel-back drinking system?


Have I already mentioned it was a perfect day?


Brendan and Mo


Had me a cigar today, too.  A Dutch Masters President.



Yep.  I think it was perfect after all.  Oh, maybe the sunburn we all got even with sunscreen and the cut I got from a sharp shell.  It never hurt but it was bloody so that almost gave me the vapors.  I'm ready for another beach day.

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