As I'd mentioned in a previous post, I was traveling this week. For the record, my trips with staff members do not in any way resemble the exotic overseas trips you hear about when people are complaining about such things. We toured an entire Naval Station in a day, with a steady stream of Power Point presentations, punctuated by walking around buildings and looking at various projects. Lunch was all-work, too. But I learned a lot and got some insights into areas I've never seen before. By 5 though, we were fried. Our brains were no longer capable of processing complex information and we headed back to the hotel.
We passed it around and all concurred that the canned beer tasted different, and the guy who ordered it switched up when he was finished.
One of the cool things about being around the shallows and sea grass is that amazing amount of wild life that gathered in the area. I didn't get a decent picture of the pelicans and storks fishing, but I did see a bunch of huge hermit crabs, this one walking through a school of fish.
When I walked past them on the pier, they asked if I wanted to see the crabs they'd caught. They had ignored the guys I was with when they walked past moments before, so I don't know if they saw me taking pictures and thought I'd be interested, but they were cute. I learned a lot about crabbing int he flats from them, too. I think they ended the evening with 10 crabs between them. Not a huge dinner, but decent.
The bar on the pier closes right after sunset, so we meandered our way back to the hotel, and I took one last look back towards the water. Beautiful, eh?
We hit the town for dinner which was just okay and then proceeded to the local go cart courses. We closed one down after three trips and then moved on to another, which had much faster carts. Given that we were four very Type-A personalities who took the "rubbing is racing" expression to heart, it was good that we were only on that track for 20 laps before we closed that place down, too. It was also good that we were the only ones on the track. The owner did tell us we should stop trying to kill each other, but not until our final lap, so I think we were amusing him. At one point I was involved in a combination spin-out and t-bone collision that knocked my safety glasses off and produced a decent sized bruise on my left shin. I won't be wearing a skirt for a few days. And I lost the race anyway.
Did I mention I like my job?