The obligatory toes in the sand photo…. Took a nice walk along the beach this morning. When I returned to the hotel, I took the wrong path and had to go around to the front of the hotel. As I sat outside trying to get the sand off my feet, a guy of fannish proportions in a dripping wet swim suit walked up, carrying a surfboard or somesuch thing on his head. After he smacked it into the door frame and dripped his way through the lobby, I suddenly didn’t feel quite so bad about tracking in sand on my bare feet.