We walked down to the wreck and with the waves almost non-existent, I went down for a closer look. Often within the crevasses of the wrecks are treasures, but none were to be found. Photo op of me standing on the portion of the wreck that seem the soundest.
We continued south and reached the point again, and doubled back along the beach. When we returned, our neighbors had a pair of fresh lobster tails for us, which they had received from a gentlemen Dennis had met on the dock. He was going lobstering and invited Dennis along, but Dennis declined. Barely an hour later, he returned with several tails, noting that his wife forbid him to bring any more home. Our dinner menu was set.
Before dinner, we walked up to the beach to watch the sunset. This time we were not disappointed, even with some clouds on the horizon, the sunset was spectacular. Without the sun's brilliance, we spotted some smaller islands to the north.
After returning from the beach, I set to preparing our meal. A little butter and lemon pepper over the split tails and then wrapping them in foil, they hit the grill. Lobster is not one of Beth's favorites, but is soon may be.
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