Saturday was our last full day of vacation. How did we fill out the day after all the non-stop, jam-packed excitement of the previous days? Glad you asked!
Unlike the previous day, today the sun was shining so we took the opportunity to fit in some mini-golf at Skull Island.
Skull Island became our favorite mini-golf course right after some idiot allowed the mini-golf course in the center of Hyannis to be torn down - but that's a story I probably told before (or at least thought about telling - before promptly forgetting to).
Anyway, here are the photos of mini-golf...
Mini-golf started out a little bumpy when Sam was spoken to about keeping his face buried in his phone, playing Pokemon Go!, and missing out on real life going on around him (see snarly look in the third photo from the top).
Thankfully, the discontent was short lived and Sam soon discovered that real life can sometimes be fun. Sometimes. For maybe a few minutes. (See third photo from the bottom - no longer with snarly look.)
Next (I think) it was over to Hyannis to definitely not play mini-golf (see above comment). I only have this one hastily taken photo of us in Hyannis- mostly because taking photos of people shopping or walking the sidewalk is not particularly photo-worthy - especially when my feet are tired...
Sam at the coy pond - possibly playing Pokemon Go! (just kidding). |
A spur-of-the-moment photo I took of Sam looking very Sam-like. |
And finally, we closed out our vacation as we often do by visiting Mayflower Beach in the evening. Most of our visits to Mayflower have been when it was at or near low tide.
At low tide, the flat shore stretches way out to the water, making it a lovely wide beach to walk along.
At the approach of high tide, though, (like this particular evening) the shallows fill rapidly and leave only a long, narrow strip of a beach, filled, not only with all the folks who keep moving back to avoid the approaching water, but also, apparently, an abundance of sand fleas.
I can only assume that at low tide, the sand fleas are so spread out so as to be unnoticeable. But at high tide, apparently, these invisible, blood-sucking creatures are crammed into a more concentrated area, where they spend their evenings (such as this one) feasting on human flesh. .
That said, even though the beach is not quite as lovely as it is at low tide, a beach is still a beach. And anyway, like I've said many times before, it's really not about where you are - vacation or otherwise - it's about who you're with. Even with a few sand fleas.
1 comment:
"Thankfully, the discontent was short lived and Sam soon discovered that real life can sometimes be fun."
Baaaaahahahaha
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