(A little complaining today)
We ate out Saturday afternoon. I picked the place (A very dangerous move, but I felt lucky), I picked a Fish house, Charlie's , on the river. Nice place and we had a view of the River. We have had good luck with Grouper sandwiches lately. The Quarterdeck in Umatilla has a great fish sandwich (used to be Grouper), they spoiled us to them.
Nice young waitress, a little nervous (maybe new). She took our order, we waited an hour or more. She came back a couple times to apologize and say it was on it's way. My girl has 'cold blood' (what ever that means) and she carries a sweater if the temp is 95. We were placed under a fan, which wouldn't have been so bad if we had not had to wait so long. The sandwiches arrived, not great but okay. The main problem that caused the wait was caused by a group of 35 in the dining room with us they ordered just a little before us.
The above is why I am gun shy about picking a place, unless it is McDonalds, Hardees, Bojangles or TAco Bell.
But, but on the way back to the RV I noticed a birding trail. Then Sunday Sherry noticed it, so for our last walk here, we walked a beautiful trail (about 3 miles that day) into the marshlands.
The grass in the grass lands grows to 4 or 5 feet. Placid streams meander through them.
It adds to the beauty when the water surface is like glass.
Pools collect at low tide and folks like to fish here.
Some of the trail was wide and we could walk side by side which we prefer.
Much of it is single file.
The sad part of the walk was the end of the trail where some fishermen, who have no concern for 'our world'. Beer cans bait wrappers and just generally a trashed point.
I wished I had a garbage bag, but alas, nothing to put the trash in.