|Smalls Cove as seen at high tide, on my blissfully solo walk|
Dear Husband -
|On the dirt road to Indian Point|
I tell you all this because, despite the lovely walks and beautiful scenery you'll see in this post, you should consider that just possibly your birthday was a happier one for being in San Antonio surrounded by business people. Sure, they're just as whiny as our children, but you can walk away from their whining and they will not follow you on their scooter, whining all the way. Or, if they do, you can walk straight into the hotel bar for a cold glass of moxy.
|Griffin carrying Quinn's vest for me|