We went metal detectin'. I bought a detector a few months ago, but hadn't tried it out. We hopped into the car, and drove to the coast. We went to the state beach, paid our admission, then found out that it wasn't legal to scan on state beaches. Sigh. So we left and went to a public beach---where I promptly found 1 Skoal can, a nail, and 4 beer cans.
Later, we moved onto a national seashore. Guess what? It was clean, so clean that the detector didn't beep. I wasn't sure what was better-beeping on trash or SILENCE.
As it turns out, it wasn't legal to scan that beach either. I was careful to look at ALL the signs going into the park. Nothing. Wish they would make it clearer and just post it.
Mark knows from experience that park rangers don't have a sense of humor. He got a traffic ticket from one a few years back. So we left.
It was weird-it took quite a while to get onto that beach-but just seconds to get back. I looked at him, thinking did we lose time? Did aliens abduct us? DH looked at me and said "Does your butt hurt? Mine doesn't, so I don't think we got implants." We laughed.
Since metal detecting was total bust, I grabbed DH's phone and looked up yarn stores in the area. There is one, so I looked up the address and away we went. It was The Knotty Girl in Corpus Christi. DH was still being a good sport, so I popped in for a few minutes. (Mind you, I will be attending a gun show Saturday morning.)
The big pink sign on her door announced yarn sales. I found Adriafil Matisse in a range of pink, denim, sage and tobacco on sale, so I snagged it, a cheapo ONLINE magazine, and the latest Debbie Bliss. On the way home, I looked at the Debbie. Meh. A lot of them look like things I have seen.
We had a good time on the way home listening to old stuff on Sirius. Van Halen with David Lee Roth or Sammy? David Lee Roth
38 Special or Loverboy? (What a scathing look I got there!) 38 Special.
What's the biggest bullshit lyric of the early 1980s? Lights, by Journey. "Whoa ohh, my my mah mah mah mah. Whoa, oh, ohhha."
What 4 albums did you NEED to own in the 1970s? Dark Side of the Moon, Rumors, Tapestry, and something by Led Zepplin. (Oh, and possibly Deep Purple.)
We had a fun day out.