We finally ate - a greasy bucket of kfc, and headed home. As Laura still hadn't been to the ocean yet, we headed down there as soon as we got back to dads. Of course, it was too dark to take any good pics, but this is proof that we were there.
Matt and I also went for a drive to the beach he came to as a boy with some of his friends. He remembered squeaky sand, and as we walked along the beach, we found it. I'm a big fan of nostalgia. It was a wonderful day.