Back at the Mockingbird for more free wi-fi. On the menu today: an iced latte and a fritatta with an unexpected -- but very welcome -- side of spinach salad. Must get the recipe for this dressing. Not that I would make it, of course, but someone else should.
I've learned the hard way that I don't sleep well without a good pillow. Which, of course, one doesn't usually bring along when one is sleeping in a tent. But I did manage to take a very restful nap yesterday. Unfortunately, I was lying on the beach at the time.
So today I am rather pink and highly annoyed at myself. I'm usually very careful about sunburn, and I didn't even hit the beach until 3 o'clock yesterday afternoon. Sigh.
On a brighter note, I am happy to report that the tent, and my tent construction, passed the rain test with flying colors. And the sound of rain on a tent is actually very soothing once you're sure that there won't be any rain in the tent. Especially when you're using your comfy new "camping pillow."
Postscript: A reporter from NPR just came into the Mockingbird and is sitting at the table across the way from me talking to the manager. I'll post a link to the story when I find it.
Postscript #2: http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=128321481
Monday, July 5, 2010
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Beach Blog, Part 1
I'm a big-city girl at heart, but I have to admit that it's nice to spend a weekend in a place where you can just turn the car alarm off and forget that you have it.
I'm at the beach, finally, camping in Buccaneer State Park. This morning I'm taking advantage of free wi-fi and strong coffee at the Mockingbird Cafe in Bay St. Louis. Across the street is the Methodist church that I remember from my first post-Katrina visit here. At that point, six months after the storm, its steeple was still laying on the front lawn. Seeing it standing tall again yesterday made me want to smile and cry at the same time.
Katrina's fingerprints are still all over here. Part of Beach Boulevard is a dirt road, waiting to be re-built. Many beachfront lots are still vacant; others have only empty pilings and "for sale" signs. But the beaches are still beautiful, the Gulf water is warm, and I haven't seen any oil -- yet. BP's workers are walking the beaches, but the big plastic bags they're carrying have been mostly empty. Unfortunately for the local businesses, so are the beaches.
I'm at the beach, finally, camping in Buccaneer State Park. This morning I'm taking advantage of free wi-fi and strong coffee at the Mockingbird Cafe in Bay St. Louis. Across the street is the Methodist church that I remember from my first post-Katrina visit here. At that point, six months after the storm, its steeple was still laying on the front lawn. Seeing it standing tall again yesterday made me want to smile and cry at the same time.
Katrina's fingerprints are still all over here. Part of Beach Boulevard is a dirt road, waiting to be re-built. Many beachfront lots are still vacant; others have only empty pilings and "for sale" signs. But the beaches are still beautiful, the Gulf water is warm, and I haven't seen any oil -- yet. BP's workers are walking the beaches, but the big plastic bags they're carrying have been mostly empty. Unfortunately for the local businesses, so are the beaches.
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