As
is typical in the desert (and I suppose in March), the weather changed
overnight. As I awoke and spied the gray skies, it was hard not to believe
in omens. Would the curse of Friday the 13th descend upon the day? I shrugged,
donned my sweats and headed for the beach.
When
we arrived, people were already lining up at the box office. Volunteers
were busy receiving last minute directions. Being a confirmed night person,
I headed for the dark of one of the hospitality tents. There I found a
sumptious breakfast of fruits, muffins, bagels and juices. Now this was
more like it.
After a lovely
feast, I set about MY favorite sport, which is crowd watching. Although
there were to be no splashing children today, there was plenty of fun
to be had in moving and shifting around the vast amounts of sand. I saw
more than one baby sample their first taste of sand... future volleyball
players, perhaps?
