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With Louis IX at ear-splitting decibels, we headed off to the beach,
but driving caused too much fun.
Over the bridge we went to find the perfect spot to cast away our sins.
How the world looks different at night.
The skunk passing in front of us should have been a sign, but it went unheeded.
We stumbled on our tires over unknown roads searching for the sand.
Why follow directions of someone who always leads astray?
Nearly missed center divider, country homes of the formerly rich - who lives here anymore?
A turnout near the glass chapel
A beautiful half moon lighting the path through ticks and rattlers to the rocky beach where we cast our loaves and underwear away.
Were we done? I think not.
Point Vermin calls to us and we oblige but find we are not alone.
No trespassing in the dark.
Too many masked men watch us.
We're surrounded!
The Cheshire Coon smiles down at us.
Back over the bridge to make more lists and forget adventure - until now.
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