(Cape Henlopen '08...that's what our brandings say, at least...)
So, I have this killer shot of a snake track we spotted in the dunes...followed it to the supposed lair only to chicken out...those are snake tracks, right?
What I did not get pictures of:
-The failed attempt at Jiffy Pop (well, if Jiffy means "an hour on an open flame", then I guess we did alright...)
-My gracious hosts, Brian & Liz, and their many friends (that one girl scared me, though)
-Our delicious s'mores and jerk chicken kabobs
-The view from the tower...I only made it halfway up the winding stairs, only to turn around because of the disgusting stench (trouble after dark, I suppose, year after year...ewwwww)
-The brownies reserved for The Others
-the creepy liquor store proprietor pushing Absinthe (legal now, apparently...but, is it the real deal?)...ummm, no thanks, we'll stick to more traditional camping libations...
-the abandoned Gucci knockoff shades on the beach...I thought they were a crab
Although the Guru was less than happy with the experience, I was grateful to be invited along...
You know, it wasn't much different than our seventh grade Henlopen trip...minus the creepy gym teacher chaperone and countless mating horseshoe crabs.
Quiet time is still 10pm.
there is already talk of a fall jaunt to the Pokes.