Ahhh!!!!

Arrived Thursday afternoon, nearly without incident. The last 5 miles garnered 2 broken windows on the fifth wheel: stalled truck in the "road", Ron thought he had room to pass, Ron was wrong. But he put the rig onto the pad STRAIGHT on the first try! One broken water line in the casita, and another one in the rig, both easy fixes. 85 degrees daytime and 70 overnight. Very bright sun, slight breeze, and NO SEE-UMS galore. Supposedly they leave when the winds pick up. Any time now... I'm one huge welt. Rocky isn't mad anymore, and Ella's in her element: all her homies were here to meet her.

Took two days to get the internet dish working, and another day for the TV dish. We had books, TiVo'd shows and sunsets to watch instead, though.

Got to the beach after it was almost dark Thursday night, low tide, still managed to find (and cook/eat) 3 clams. Delicious. Couldn't find a dead squid, though. We need one for bait.

Off to Happy Hour at the clubhouse. Made rolled tacos, all by myself, deep-fried'em. They kept puffing up and trying to unroll. How do they do that, rubber bands? Toothpicks? I ended up just pressing them down with tongs. Would've helped to have an oven mitt on.

Later!