Waking up to a clear, late-summer morning on the beach is a glorious thing. Especially when your earplugs and sparkly Moroccan blanket made for a long and deliciously comfortable night of sleep.
|Amy kept laughing at all the jingling. It was a little like Christmastime...|
|The metal grocery cart is another trapping of my "urban camper" getup. |
It may sound ridiculous, but I was the envy of everyone who saw me carting things to and fro.
While Amy made herself a pot of coffee, I walked out onto the beach, which was resplendent in the morning light.
As I walked along the morning-fresh sand, I started noticing signs of local nightlife. Tiny footprints everywhere . . .
I got back to camp and found Amy cheerfully bustling about. Breakfast consisted of fresh pears, granola bars and an almond danish. We thought about cooking up some eggs, but the beach beckoned . . .
. . . so we struck camp and headed out . . .
. . . to claim a spot amongst the other weekenders.
|What we wanted to be doing: Eating cheese and crackers while sunbathing.|
|What we actually did: work |
Amy was reading a reply brief in one of her litigations; I was reading a sports media contract.
And, of course, we timed our return trip perfectly to stop at Jimmy's Grille for dinner.
|Fried clams with tartar sauce (white) and cocktail sauce (red)|
|Chicken cordon bleu, lima beans with dumplings, and cucumbers.|
|Coconut meringue pie|
|Amy was brave and ordered the "strawberry pretzel salad"|
What a great way to finish the summer!