Life at the Beach

Earlier this year I recounted visit to my sister, my niece, and Maya the Amazing Basset, and I've recently been provided with photographic proof that someone was actually somewhere with someone and something else. The photograph has been altered to protect the guilty.



What impressed me--and what I remember--about the beach was its proximity to hills and mountains. The mountains are not visible here, but the peaks I recall had snow on them. Impressive. I will, someday, return to explore the towns and beaches. Oh, yes, I am like MacArthur.