By Saturday, Bill was feeling horrible. The forecast was calling for scattered rainstorms. Since Bill was our ride all weekend and he was sick in bed, we opted for some swimming, which was Reagan's idea. We swam all morning and afternoon at the hotel, which by that point, Bill was slowly coming out of his coma :) That evening, we headed to the local mall for some shopping and dinner. The mall isn't exactly what I consider a mall. It was more of a shopping plaza with not that many stores. But after dinner, we headed to the beach for an evening stroll.
Me, Reagan, and Bill at the lagoons. 
Miss Reagan out for her stroll
This is the old Lighthouse. It was built in 1842. You're not allowed too close to it now. There were several information plaques, which stated how lonely the lighthouse keepers were because it would be months before they would ever see anyone. I couldn't imagine that lifestyle. There are days, however, I would jump at the chance for some peace and quiet :)
My mom and dad
Bill, Reagan and IDespite the illnesses, Reagan and I had a good time. I'm not so sure about Bill who spent most of his time in bed moaning. I would love to go back, and hopefully, get in some more beach time.
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