Throughout our eventful day, we’ve kept the Van Halen coming. Not too many pics on the water – apparently we were afraid they would look too much like yesterday’s. Go figure. We did get a couple of great ones during lunch at Danna’s (after losing the tooth and anchor but before the towel)…
Not to harp on the bad ju-ju from Part One of this day, but by the day’s end, Mara is crabby. In that quiet “this sucks but I’m not saying anything” way that Mike totally attributes to my genes. Her life jacket has rubbed raw patches on her upper arms and neck. Which makes her not do well as either surfing or boarding. She does not take any of these things well. (Also why you don’t see any pics of that here…)
Then Max drops the built-in cooler lid on her toe.
And, finally, something stings her finger while she is waiting for the rest of us to head back to the RV.
Mara – meet Murphy. The equivalent of “this day is going from bad to worse, and I thought it already sucked.” Fortunately, she manages to make it back to the RV where some air conditioning and food revive her. Whew…bullet dodged by the rest of us.
|Mara and her cool glasses|
|No hands – or rope!|