Remember yesterday when I said the clouds had parted and the sun came out? Well, that was short lived, because Tuesday was back to Drearyville--do not pass Go, do not collect $100. (Or is it $200? I never had much patience for Monopoly.) In case you didn't know, Drearyville is a suburb of Unemployment City, where Chesapeake Bay Woman has lived for the past several weeks.
Monday's spectacular sunshine reverted immediately to Tuesday's overcast skies and continued unemployment due to the government shutdown.
|Waaaaaay off in the distance is New Point Light.|
Luckily I still have photos from the one day the sun came out.
These were taken from Bavon, at the end of Old Bayside Drive.
|You can't see the lighthouse here, but this is the point of land shown above, zoomed in.|
|This is a grainy shot of the lighthouse, zoomed way in. |
My camera has a decent zoom, but the quality of the images
isn't always great, mostly due to the person using it
and her general lack of technical skills.
|This was taken from a closer vantage point,|
the lighthouse observation deck.
A little better, but still not great.
Unless the Government Fairy Godmother sprinkled
Wait. I went to some country club before. A wedding. Decades ago. Golf carts were
Whatever. So I've been to at least one country club before, but never the West Point Country Club.
This blog post, which has flitted from sunshine to vague Monopoly references to Drearyville and its suburbs to country clubs and pixie dust, is now mercifully coming to a close.