This sand toaster was more firm and vertical before I dashed across the street for my camera. Waves or no waves, water erodes wet sand faster than you can say cinnamon sugar! It sure is cute though, and a swanky beach construction concept sparked by a bit of plywood “toast”.
I swear to the-bread-which-is-god, this is the (next to last) summer post featuring the face of my son. Vacation is over, alas, and I have just one final batch of snaps. We did a Wisconsin swing, not sandwich-centric but not without it’s bread-loaded high points. Stay tuned. On the edge of your seat, I’m sure, nails bitten to the quick. Ha.
The Lunch Encounter 