Thursday night will be our last at the cabin, so we take advantage of one of the nicer days, in regard to weather. I’ll start with a walk along the beach in the morning.
Julian accompanies me but leads the way. He’s so far in the lead he’s barely visible in this photo.
My guide dog has taken me about as far as we can go before the path along the beach becomes a tangle of thick underbrush, so we pause to breathe some fresh air and then head back to the cabin. We know we’re home when we reach the remnants of a much older dwelling.
We understand there may be more in store for the afternoon, but for now, a break.