Red Flag

The past two days the waves have been "St. Maarten-esk" in strength.  (St. Maarten is always our favorite cruise ship stop because of the monster waves.)  After the rain yesterday we biked to the beach (3 blocks) with Pam and Dennis to play for a while.  These waves beat us senseless, but were great fun.  Since our suits were jam packed with wet sand, on the way back to our campsites we stopped in the pool to clean them out.  I suspect the park managers don't appreciate it, but it beats getting all that sand in our holding tanks. 

Our evening with Pam and Dennis ended pretty early after the dinner I had cooked for them, since they had left home at 5:00am that morning.

Mark started waxing the trailer this morning.  It seemed to take him hours to just do the front, but most of the time was spent talking to Randy from Baton Rouge, who is parked next to us.  I love to hear his accent, which is a good thing since he likes to talk, a lot. We're going to miss him and his wife Susan when they leave on Thursday.

We made it to the beach by 10:30am.  The waves weren't as rough as yesterday's, but today they had a red flag and not many people were willing to play in them - I guess they value their necks more than we do.  After a couple of hours we couldn't take it any more; plus it looked like it was going to rain (it didn't).

I spent the afternoon in the shade at the pool with a good book.  It was wonderful. 

Since no planning was put into what to make for dinner, we finally decided to go out.  This was not a healthy dinner.  After fried clams and Mark's seafood casserole (butter, seafood, cheese, and yet more butter), we splurged on the Baked Cheesecake.  Oh my gosh - this was by far the best dessert I've ever eaten.  I guess we'll seriously start thinking about Weight Watchers tomorrow.