On Monday we hooked up the boat and went down to Palm Island, about a two hour drive. Bob and Glenda were staying there.
There's an expensive little ferry to get on the island so the rif-raf stays away. It didn't keep us away - we just hand loaded the trailer on the ferry and Bob picked us up with the golf cart!
Hannah took advantage of the pool "environment" at the "cottage." Nice. She actually did some school reading. Now that's self-discipline.
We took off to the beach for some shelling - or more accurately collecting shark's teeth - of which there are numerous. Even I found one.
When ML and I walked back to the cottage, the bridge railing was hand painted! Now that's class.
It reminds me of the time a friend and teacher of mine, Mr. Short, showed me a newsletter from a retirement community that he was considering. They had a nice little article about waxing the stop signs . . .
Bob and Dwight (a friend) get a little late afternoon gentle breeze. Cute, huh?
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