It's a rain day - actually more a squall day. The squalls are spaced about 10 minutes apart, and some are really intense. In between, there is sometimes sunshine.
At Flores Lake, the run-in to the beach is lined with moss.
First you must pass the winter caretaker - you need the secret password - otherwise - no beach for you.
Orientation unknown.
Emma's made a claim on this rather elaborate beach hut.
Emma stamps through the pampas like a seasoned gaucho. That puddle, stage right, is Flores Lake.
Cresting the last dune to the beach.
Would 'ya just put that camera away for one minute and play!
Beach time is playtime!
Klingon attack cloud.
I can't help it if the wind blows my ass!
An entirely complete rainbow - hopefully signaling something good.
In the running for the most evil sunset contest.
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