Monday, January 23, 2012
Above is a picture of our bungalow taken when they finally opened up our beach. As you can tell, the perfectly flat beach two days ago was already well pocked with holes where people had kicked and dug for shells. Below is a picture of my usual position in the evenings as I watched it unfold. Unseen was the icy cold beer in my left hand. It was taken using a special photo altering app for my phone that my brother introduced me too.
On New Year's day, we loaded up our cars and made the long drive back to Iowa arriving at the farm around 11:30 that evening and at my house and waiting wife around 1 a.m. A soft bed and a wife's embrace never felt so good.