Twelve drowned in two weeks on Panhandle beaches! Quite a few of them because, apparently, they ignored big red flags/shouted instructions to stay away from rip tides.
Rescue crews probably don’t want any more drownings, so lifeguards will, I guess, double down on the shouting, leading beachgoers, in irritated response, to pack heat. (Useful tips here.)
The all-American beach town speaks.
Les UDs arrived at the beach in time to see the end of the boardwalk costume parade (the dog parade is tomorrow). As always, UD found inexplicably moving a foreground of goblins, a background of ocean. All on an astoundingly sunny and clear October day.
This is our sitting room, complete with a telescope we’re a little afraid to use. None of us knows quite what to do with it. But we are going to give it a whirl as soon as it gets dark. The night sky should be full of stars.
