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Third day at Tybee Island

Here we are in our third evening on type island.  We spent the day, at least Lynne and I, doing a bit of shopping. We decided to hide from the sun's rays today and boy I'm glad we did because it was hot hot hot!  We were out till 3pm after that we used the leasing office's computer and borrowed a movie and went to the post office.  We came home sprayed ourselves down with ice after burn spray and then we all 4 of us road our bikes to the North Beach bar and grill, ya it's a winner in my book and it is good eats.  While we were there a small thunder storm came through and cooled every thing off a bit.  We walked a bit tword the beach and watched the lightening near the beach we listened to the crashing waves and the wind blow across the tall grasses and palm trees.  Then we road home in the dark there were no wrecks though we did almost collide with an on coming   biker. We are back at our little beach cottage soon I think my eye lids will be in my way.

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