Jeepjeep advens. Beach. 4-toed foot sand sculptures. Food shopping for 14 people with no car space. Sunset walk to the pier. Crabs & stingrays. Being lost on the beach, unable to remember the street you're staying on. Making dinner in a bathing suit.
Beach. Books. Burns. Big hats. BBQ. Corolla crew. Late night drives. Souvenir shops open until 11pm (see also: butterfly nets). Cutting up my toe (it still hurts; should I be worried?)
Making Jennifer use her words. Church at the middle school. Sick. Coordinated BBQ (I swear it makes the food taste even better). Borrowing matches from pirate neighbors. Hammock sleep. Solitary beach time at night. Live jams to this song/this song.
Sunrise on the beach. A little rain. Bike rides. Lounging. Even more porch chatter. Otter pop wars. Cleaning to the "Valentine's song". The dubbing of this as the Duck Weekend song. The drive back.
No makeup. No real clothes. No shoes. No orange otter pops.