May Day & the beached whale sighting

I was right that May Day was a little different this year, but good nonetheless. I forgot to take a picture of our luxury camp setup, but it did the trick in keeping me happy sleeping on the ground. I am pretty sure the dogs thought they had died and gone to heaven - swimming and running free, cleaning up food scraps, sleeping outside, with both of us, on an air mattress. The best of all worlds for them! In fact, they had so much fun that after all of the swimming and running they honestly could not walk for a couple of days. They forget they aren't as young as they used to be and cannot resist chasing a football being thrown back and forth and back and forth or following everyone that goes in and out of the water for HOURS.

paying the consequences... :(
Thanks to our friend Paul, we got the traditional belly shot
(the night shot gave the added bonus of the headlamps):

And our finger (bad) luck continues as Ray suffered a chopping accident that took a little chunk out of his finger - to the bone.

He didn't even take a Tylenol - what a tough guy:

And no, I do not normally wear bikinis. And yes, I did sport one shamelessly at 5.5 months pregnant. There was something freeing about the fact that everyone expected me to be huge and lumpy and cellulitey and pasty white. Like a pregnant badge of honor I wore self-consciously but proudly. At least I didn't have to worry about a pooch! :)

In all my glory:

Ray's full picture album is on his smugmug.