What time is it, anyway?

Yesterday was spent at La Plata. We arrived about 11am, had to go into Isabel for some more provisions, which caused us to arrive somewhat later than normal. The beach was empty? 11am and empty? Strange, but it might be confirming anecdotal evidence we've been seeing.  For instance, when we left Judy and Andres after dinner it was about 8:45pm. We drove the Malecon back to Los Chivos. The Malecon was not busy at all. Lazy Jacks had just a few customers and you could drive down the Malecon without having to wait on people to get out of the way. Looked much, much different from Febs we've seen before. Unscientific, I know. But we've noticed other things too. 

Anyway, all told there were maybe 10 people all day long on La Plata. The turnouts to La Chiva had 9 cars total when we drove in.

Weather has deteriorated though. Forecast called for 80% chance of rain, just like tomorrow. Here's what an 80% chance of rain day looks like:

We somehow managed to tough it out. Lorrie says the water has warmed up, I tend to agree. It's  that or we're getting used to it. Air temperatures were in the lower eighties with a nice constant breeze, just about as  perfect weather one could ever ask for. 

We spent time over at the gallery today doing necessary curating, a couple pieces had fallen over. The area to the north of the gallery is still without sand, just like it was in November. We miss being able to walk under the Portia tree on our way over there.  There has been a buildup of sand on the south end of the gallery. Could be part of the beach has shifted, who knows. 

This piece below has been balanced for at least the last 3 years. 

We also did some work on the west side of La Plata. Here's Lorrie hard at work:

It wasn't until later in the afternoon that we realized we hadn't taken a watch or phone with us today. We were trying to figure out what time of day it was.  You know your on island time when you don't worry about the time of day or even what day of the week it is. Gotta love island time. Just when we said "to heck with it"  I remembered that Andre had put up a sundial. So we walked down to that part of the beach to check the time:

 Right at 4pm.  We stayed on La Plata until 6pm (according to the clock in the Jeep), leaving it the same way we found it, empty. I took one last picture of the gallery in the setting sun:

Beautiful day.

:-)