Day three of straight rain. And much more, apparently, to come. There are only two museums here. We’ve already been to one. There’s a week to go. Myra-Jean is acting like a rabid Australian Shepherd puppy who’s been locked in a crate for a week. Must find a way to run her. There are no indoor playgrounds here. There are barely outdoor playgrounds. The ones there are are splintery, wasp-infested deathtraps.
Is it weird to go to the beach when it’s pouring? We will soon find out.