(I'm off to Tampa for Emerica's Wild in the Streets, so I'll resume posting when I get back.)
The first two days we were there were unremarkable due to a debilitating headache. But the last day Grant and his GF Ashley came to party with us.
The boat was full, and they were on standby!
Fast forward to our picnic on a deserted beach. That is our little boat anchored out there to the right of Deanna's head. (Not the one with the mast.) Not a single person around, the entire cove to ourselves. We had already seen two Bald Eagles flying overhead, and there were two skeletons of dead pelicans on this beach.
Willow Cove was ours. We picniced and skipped rocks, hiked around, and handled dead pelicans. The weather was perfect, the company sweet, the food epic, and the location unmatchable.
At first I was like, "No shirt off photos!"
Then I was like, "Fuck it, Grant, lets compare abs!"
My old Indiana Jones hat got too haggard, now I have this one that is not as cool.
The beautiful people fill the beach nicely.
Lets get a smootch.
This was Grant jumping off Frog Rock. Deanna was late on the trigger. The water was very shallow this day, 5 to 6 feet deep at the most. I hit the bottom pretty hard both times I did it.
This is a photo of a photo of Avalon Harbor before they took dynamite to Sugarloaf rock to make way for the Casino Building.
The steps to the dive park.
Golf cart journey. It was a first time ever for Ashley driving a golf cart and a boat today!
Grant and I both shot the skeeball action.
There was a one-handed guy in my first shot, but I missed it.
The boat trip back to lame-land.
Still handsome after all that fun.
Posted June 19th, 2010 by I'll send my resume to the doctor and hope for the best