Breakfast at Mad Martha's followed by a walk on the beach. One of those things that we do randomly that I wonder why we don't do more often. The green heads are gone but the $@^*& plovers continue to take up most of the beach.
Bill is still looking hot in his beard.
There are often structures on the beach made of drift wood but this might be the most elaborate one ever. Of course the sign just made it ripe for touching. Notice Blue in the background - they appeared to be open but I didn't see anyone other than a cabana boy sweeping sand off the deck.
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