Beach day, according to tastes
The dog and I were on sunrise patrol, but the dazzle didn’t occur. No pictures, in consequence. Breakfast was second-class; coffee without cinnamon buns, due to a supply oversight. Which, for the record, won’t be better tomorrow. The store was sold out, and I’m substituting turnovers. Not the same quality, alas.
This was another trip to town day, to join with the family for lunch at Papa Joe’s. The meal was interrupted by our tag-team effort to keep the dog cool. Still, a boiled dinner is worth an hour of highway time. Afterwards, we headed east in a two-car convoy; an afternoon at Basin Head, to be enjoyed according to personal tastes. In my case, on shore patrol with that same dog. It’s humbling to fumble with little black plastic (biodegradeable) bags in the old poop and scoop exercise.
And then, farewell and back to the campsite to waste some time. Supper came later than usual, and Shipwreck Café provided another satisfactory meal of fishcakes with chow and beans. Not the usual fare for tourists.
I couldn’t get a solid connection on the wifi, so I begged a chair in the camp office to get some solid signal. The lad on duty was busy figuring out some guitar licks, using online teaching on his Mac. Technology, even in the middle of a summer vacation. And that’s the way it should be…
Talking to an old acquaintance at Basin Head, who remembered my excursions with two bus loads of students to do some dune camping. Seems like only yesterday, rather than a quarter of a century ago.
