WELCOME TO KEN & DEBORAH'S BEACH HOUSE
As the morning fog lifted from my brain I could see the clock; it was 9am. I rolled out of the bed, wandered into the kitchen and pushed the button on the Mr. Coffee which I had so cleverly prepared the night before. One must have coffee as soon as possible after waking. Feeling a bit chilly I stoked the wood stove with some presto logs. I got dressed, pulled on my knee high rubber boots, grabbed my coffee and headed down to the beach to say good morning to the ocean. And there it was as always, fresh as ever, wave after wave greeting me. The beach was crowded ... there were two silhouettes in the distant south and three strollers with a big dog to the north.

To be continued...