The next day, we went to Wingarsheek Beach. Annoyed that they were still charging to park at 4 p.m. with rain immenent, we waited in the parking lot chatting insider beach knowledge with the other determined locals. The next hour was a grey and drizzly wade into the knee-deep creek of Wingearsheek, and somehow completely satisfying nonetheless. Then we met Dad for dinner. Truly a lovely birthday.
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