A word about the umbrella: I have officially fallen into the demographic that would not dream of going to the beach for longer than 5 minutes without some sort of shade. In fact, I pity people without umbrellas at the beach. Ten-Year's-Ago Me would have laughed in Today Me's face...and then thanked me for trying to keep our skin from looking like fruit leather.
On Friday morning, it looked ominous. 50% chance of rain.
We tried to keep a positive attitude.
And then we saw this.
Which I interpreted as God promising not to flood the beach that day. Or that I would find a whole sand dollar. (Broken sand dollars are all over the place in Port Aransas, but never any whole ones.)
Despite some early morning rain, we had two days more or less full of sun. But the rain brought something else that maybe you don't expect at the beach: mosquitoes. Mosquitoes the size of horseflies. They congregated here, at the boardwalk path between our house and the beach. Pretty, eh? Pretty dangerous.
I expect West Nile and/or hepatitis at any time now.
And look--I bought a faux cowboy hat! Am I a cute poseur or what?
Never did find that whole sand dollar.
Still fun anyway. And tan.
