Yesterday seemed very busy with lots of luggage handling, wet newspaper and dropping the matches in the muck. Didn’t bring enuf firewood nor did I setup the charcoal well enuf to get dinner ready, was wrestling the tent, and the coals in the stovepipe starter were insufficient to cook over. So, we pan fried the burgers. By the time I was done with the dishes, I felt like I’d been standing in wet socks since 8AM.
This morning the coffee in the press pot failed the wife test, but Liam and Jesse are in a good mood. On North Beach, Liam said: I love the smell of seaweed. He held out snatches of fresh seaweed for me to smell.
Time to cook some breakfast.