After 36 hours of rain we were ready to get out of the trailer. Even though it was still drizzling, we decided to ride our bikes to Flower Nose Lake. I believe it's really called Campbell Lake. We call it Flower Nose Lake because that's where Mollie Grace stuck a flower in her nose when she was about 3.
After lunch the rain stopped completely and we decided to ride down to the beach. The wind was blowing hard and pounded sand against your skin. It was pretty uncomfortable. Annie, in particular, didn't like it.
The beach is a weird, eerie place immediately following a tropical storm. The tide was high, the water was rough, and the sand was packed tightly. John compared it to the surface of the moon. You can tell by these pictures that there weren't too many people who ventured down right after the storm. As the afternoon progressed, more people came down.
We did a lot of walking up and down the beach.
Jim, Fran and the girls joined us in afternoon. They rented a cabin Wednesday through Saturday.
Ben's monkey sand castle.
John and Jim grilled outside but the rain started back up and sent us inside.
S'Mores made in the microwave.
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