Jazz Hands Travelogue, Day Three.
4pm. Pre dusk, Wednesday.
The final day of travels began with an early stroll down a chilly beach. After a stretch of rain, wind, clouds and power outages, the weather finally broke and the sun decided to pay a visit, just in time to bid us farewell.
Waves that one day ago seethed and spat profane have now subsided to a gentle roll, their foam tasting our feet as toes sink into wet sands.
This is the perfect place to deploy, the trick is to hand jazz with nobody watching. I pick my moment.
I shout, "Look, a jellyfish!"
Yes, there was a jellyfish. And nothing draws a crowd like a beached jellyfish. Today's Jazz Hands were brief, in order to conceal the deployment, but quality is more important than quantity...and after a very short couple of days where a lot of activities were crammed into the schedule, one last quiet breath of fresh ocean air where the gods smile down upon a single moment in time was worthy of a high quality hand jazzing.
The travel portion of cycle deviation is now over, the long drive behind us. Northerly Northerners and Southerly Southerners have returned from the whirlwind road trip. It's now time to unpack, unwind and appreciate the remaining time we have together.
Waves that one day ago seethed and spat profane have now subsided to a gentle roll, their foam tasting our feet as toes sink into wet sands.
This is the perfect place to deploy, the trick is to hand jazz with nobody watching. I pick my moment.
I shout, "Look, a jellyfish!"
Yes, there was a jellyfish. And nothing draws a crowd like a beached jellyfish. Today's Jazz Hands were brief, in order to conceal the deployment, but quality is more important than quantity...and after a very short couple of days where a lot of activities were crammed into the schedule, one last quiet breath of fresh ocean air where the gods smile down upon a single moment in time was worthy of a high quality hand jazzing.
The travel portion of cycle deviation is now over, the long drive behind us. Northerly Northerners and Southerly Southerners have returned from the whirlwind road trip. It's now time to unpack, unwind and appreciate the remaining time we have together.
Day three-hundred and thirty-one complete.
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