We spent the middle of the day at the beach, bayside this time.
I knew that going midday would be a mistake, and I was right: we’re all sunburned across our shoulders. All the extra time I spent in the sun for the past few weeks, preparing for this trip, was for naught. Megh didn’t stand a chance, though the kids aren’t too bad (they had pretty good tans already so their burns are light).
We crept out during the afternoon in search of our traditional source of salt water taffy, plus a birthday gift for our latest nephew Delta (a stuffed whale and a dump truck seemed appropriate for him).
For dinner we introduced Joan to our home-made meatballs over spaghetti.
