Mookie? Are you down there?
. . . and we found another Ellie . . .
(*I still have people's; call me)
. . . and Johnny Slips kept us in good spirits . . .
But yet . . .
. . . and still . . .
I search for Mookie.
|They are exactly as loud as they look.|
|It was interesting to observe school friends and life friends finding ways to comingle|
|It didn't take long|
|Ready for business. No beer for you, girls.|
|They came, they saw, they scarfed|
|Good girls, these. And pretty easy on the eyes.|
|I could never see anything in the bright sunlight, so just snapped photos all around until I came up with something useful.|
|Sunset was underwhelming, but the girls didn't care|
|They were too busy being awesome|
|This is South Carlsbad State Beach, just north of our beloved San Elijo|
|These are the 103 stairs that I did not sprint upon. With only one night booked, there's no time for misery|
|I was always counting their heads. I did not lose even one.|
|103 is a lot of stairs|
|Still smiling! ish|
|We had the world's best campfire. There wasn't a lick of wind, the wood was sublime and the conversation sparkled|
|Superhero girl/woman helped set up everyone's beds in 2 tents|
|Bill and I didn't know quite where to put ourselves in this scenario, so we hovered on the fringe|
|This is my favorite, because look at her! Then look at the ball.|
|Actually this is not one of our tickets, so don't come visit us here.|
|The man and me.|
|MB and Ann were over-the-moon excited to have a new baby sister. |
Who could blame them?
|Dad-to-be; still counts.|
|I mean, look at that kid.|
|Flatley girl personified.|
|I think MB? Could be Julie? We were a bald-headed lot.|