Cavepeople

I tried to start a fire for breakfast.

It didn't work so well.

Mad as hell.

We went out for breakfast. It was tasty. But, I wasn't happy about it.

Apparently, on the coast, everyone puts their yard sale signs up in one location. I suppose this works if you have some idea of where the streets are.

If you can explain this I would appreciate it.

According to the internet translator this means "better friend". Make with that what you will.

We won a dollar and bought another lottery ticket. This one was defective.

These are the woods.

This is a fort from World War II.

Here is a depiction of Hitler getting stomped on by Santa, circa World War II.

We got slightly lost in the woods.

Luckily we had left a trail of bread crumbs, just in case.

Unfortunately; some woodland creature ate said bread crumbs.

Eventually we found our way out.

Or so we thought.

The thing about the woods is; they just keeps going.

The path appeared to lead this way.

But, it ended with a cliff.

This is the island of seals or possibly Manatees.

We were directed to get fish and chips at this restaurant. I would direct you there except our waiter was an asshole.

I'm really wishing I had some Black Panther hot sauce right about now.

Back to the world of camping.

Our neighbors lent us this long pointy stick for cooking our sweet potato.

I'm a little confused. It looked like our fire was going.

As usual, it's hard to tell what emotion I'm feeling at present.

I could complain about it being cold, however, it's camping, it's always cold.

We love food that is yellow.