Over the Memorial Day Weekend we spent the last day at the beach. The day started off windy and overcast, but the last hour we were there it was about 70 with very little wind. I almost didn't go. I knew it equalled many, many hours of additional work. In the end I was glad I went -- not many years left with the eight of us together so we're trying to seize our opportunities.
Nolan befriended most of the people on the beach
Emmeline and I hung out. Babies at the beach are not easy. They get sand on their wet hands, lips, and in their eyes. The wind bothers them. They don't eat right. Still, she was a trooper and saw some new sites.