First of all, it’s blue, that’s probably the first time in a week we have seen a blue sky. We have certainly missed it.
Look at the cloud pattern; I wonder what those clouds were thinking when they arranged themselves like that. Did they do that just for us or did they have someone else in mind?
We are on Tybee Island, a teeny little three mile spit of land off the Georgia coast. We walked the neighborhood, then road our bikes, before going for a ride around the entire island in the truck.
Speaking of the truck: I wonder how much a gallon of gas cost when this station last operated?