Lay Day!

Means a free day; a boat-free day; a beach free of other varsity dogs; a solitary beach where my recovering ex-surfer Ballou can leisurely recreate herself and gingerly test those knees for which I paid multiple K's.
Well, maybe not that leisurely. As long as my Doberwoman doesn't return home with a limp; if she does, Trophy Wife will give me my own reason to limp.

There goes the Cinco de Mayo Regatta boats. Since we didn't calendar this event, we are out of it. Shooting it from here is not the next best thing to sailing it on the water!