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Sat. June 15, 2002

From dawn 'til dusk

Sarah (left) and Mandy put the fellas to shame on their huge rockIt was a cloudy coastal morning. The air was crisp, the seagulls sang, and the road construction had ceased — all signs that it was time to wake up. The entire group was present and accounted for and enjoyed a toasted bagel and bacon breakfast ala me before heading down the hill to the beach. Without much of a purpose we all wandered the length of the not-so-long sand and took some time to clammor up a rock or two (unfortunately the women vastly out-did the men in this department). We all then stood around and talked while Andrea and I played keep-away from Aaron and Robyn's dog Zeke.

Lunch followed and the Sun decided to pay us all a visit. Fortunately it stuck around for the remainder of the day making right another part of the beach for some lazy strolls and sitting. Sarah and I wandered around aimlessly while a couple of the others took some time to sprawl out on a towel to read and enjoy life. Such was the afternoon mood and, in pure holiday style, the afternoon led quickly into dinner. Mandy and her husband Jason kicked our camp food experience up a notch by preparing a flame-heated foil meal of meat, spices and veggies. Not much of a soggy meat and veggie man myself I rather enjoyed the more-than-hot meal and followed it down with a equally-as-seering dessert of a banana boat (banana with a wedge cut out and injected with chocolate and marshmellows then wrapped in foil and cooked on the fire).

Wood would have no chance of being in short supply on this particular occasion thanks to Andrea and Jason. Both hauled with them to the campsite enough wood to keep us going for a month. So we liberally tossed the dried timbers on the fire and only broke once to watch the sunset from the bluff above the ocean. The morning clouds were no more, the air was sweet and comfortable, the seagulls were all asleep and, with the sunset, up rose the nearby noise of local industry to gently rock us into our dreams...

Sunset at Harris Beach

 

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