Cake by the Ocean

Today was our second day here at Little St. Simons Island, and it has been enjoyable so far.

Breakfast was slightly later in the day (9:00), which was appreciated by both me and Foster. They served bagels with salmon, however some of us may have opted for the less-exotic jelly option. Before breakfast, Dad had apparently been to the store and purchased a fishing shirt (as if he actually goes fishing more than once a year). Still, he insisted he needed it. He then proceeded to wear it with the same color shorts, despite numerous protests.

Looking sharp 

After breakfast ended we decided to go out exploring on our own on bikes to the north end of the Island. I took the lead for most of the ride, which was fine by me. To quote an age old yukon saying/ Cowan motto, "If you ain't the lead dog, the scenery never changes."

On our way to the north end, we stopped at an observation tower. Mom wondered if we would see any armadillos, and proceeded to rename them "armordillas" because of their "hard shell". Dad then called them invasive pests and suggested that everybody on the island be given pellet guns so they could shoot "armordillas" on sight. I'm really not sure what it is with him and pellet guns.

Mom on the tower

The only successful panorama I've ever taken

View from the bike

Eventually, we reached the beach at the north end of the island.

Y'all better appreciate this picture, because I swear my shirt and shorts were covered in spurs afterwards. 

It didn't particularly look like a traditional beach, and some of us may have been a little disappointed after we had travelled that far to see it. But then I took off my shoes and went a little further towards the water, and made a surprising discovery. Walking through the mud felt exactly like walking through cake. I convinced Mom and Foster to give it a go, and we got completely dirty, but it was fun. As we went further, we found that different areas felt like icing, dry mix, etc. It was weird and cool at the same time.

In some areas, the cake mud was really thick

To get the mud off, we scraped at our feet with shells and even a natural sponge. It only kinda worked, but we all agreed getting muddy was worth it.

On the way back, Foster's chain broke for the third time that trip. We made it back in one piece though.

road repairs

We got back just a tad bit early for lunch at 1, so we chilled on the porch for a bit. For some reason unknown to anyone else, Foster saw this as the perfect time to show off his interpretive dance to a 'Dora the explorer theme' rendition. What he din't realize, however, was that there was a man right behind us who saw the entire thing. Maybe he was hoping he could "swipe" some of his dance moves.

After a lunch of shrimp rolls and pesto soup, the Cowans split up for the afternoon. Foster and Mom went for a walk on the beach, here's a picture from Foster-

birds in a tree

Meanwhile, Dad and I were out fishing. It wasn't the best day for the fish, but I managed to catch two. They may have been too small to keep, but it was better than not catching anything. Here's a pic of Dad with his catch of the day-

Dinner was steak and rice, and I think everyone enjoyed talking to the families around us (what?? Cowans being social??). We are all a little sad to be leaving tomorrow, but it will be nice to be home. Thanks again to everyone reading, and I hope your day has been great.