I guess since I didn't know what to expect, it was all unexpected. We
ended up in space 123 (yes, really), which was reasonably okay. In 125,
our neighbors to the east, were a couple of kids (Jack and Diane?), who
apparently finish dinner with a more audible and hedonistic form of dessert.
Not what I expected to hear while here. As a diversion, I popped over
to the Point Sur
Lightstation.
Well, what is an adventure if it doesn't start with
a sign?
I thought I'd look around a bit, so I set off after putting some
snacks in my knapsack.
This isn't good... the water was at least 4-5" deep, and that
would put water up to my tummy.