Saturday, September 11, 2010

Buried Alive

Camp site with dual parabolic dishes

As we bid a fond farewell to the friends we met the first week here in Corolla, we welcomed a new group of friends including our cousins, Cooter and Hannah. Since they were chased out of town by Hurricane Earl a week earlier, we decided that it was only fair to put them up for a night in our beach chalet. They managed to survive "sleeping" in one of the empty queen size beds. Although both Uncle RB and Aunt Nancy looked dog-tired when they hit the hay, the squeaking that was emanating from their bedroom leads me to believe otherwise.

Dog-tired after a day on the beach

While we had a lot of fun doing various activities, the major activity for the day was burying people and pups in the sand.

Thelma Lou poses with her new best friend Ms. Collette

Rare and deadly two-headed Sandzilla

Roger is up to his ears in sand

Idle threats issued by Monsier Roger

Uncle RB rests his Fred Flintstone foot on my fanny

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