Except it wasn’t really the best beach day here, at least not until the “absolute end”. We started out with rain. That was fine but the Twinz of Terror were supposed to meet with other North Country Trail folks and some young Amish men to build puncheon. Puncheon is the boardwalk you often find on trails and it eventually gets really slippery and needs to be replaced.

There were MANY miscommunications between North Country Trail folks this morning. Are we building puncheon or not? Etc. Etc. Yer fav-o-rite blahgger stayed outta the fray by sitting on the deck drinking coffee in the rain doing word puzzles and reading. It’s okay. There is a big roof over the deck and it was warm this morning and she did not get wet.

The Twinz finally decided to join the prodject and although they encountered some rain, it wasn’t overwhelming and they did not encounter electrical storms, which would’ve been a deal-breaker for me.

Me, Liz, and npJane headed to town for lunch at Penny’s Kitchen. Another EXCELLENT restaurant that pods of little old ladies congregate at for lunch. I/we used to go there with my mom and aunts and their little pod of friends and occasionally some male relatives. The GG’s claim to fame is the time he ordered their signature gumbo and insisted (even though it is already spicy) upon adding a ton of hot sauce (even though it is already spicy). Um. Suffice it to say he didn’t finish his gumbo that day.

I won’t bore you with the weather gyrations throughout the afternoon but eventually the sun came out and the beach was warm and npJane and I were sitting on Bill’s Birch Point Beach Bank Bench and Lizard Breath was facing us and there we are, reflected in her sunglasses.

It *is* apparently National Beach Day. Who knew? But every day is a beach day.

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