Where it is unseasonably cold, and the skies and surf are both rather menacing.
Inside with the sea turtles, it was a balmy 90 degrees with high humidity, and a chance of blurries. We did not stay for the entire tour, and opted to explore a little on our own before the scheduled lecture began. Max was excited to make the connection between these turtles and the books he has at home describing their life cycle. The turtles were very friendly, or rather they were until they realized we did not have shrimp.
Stewart Beach felt suspiciously like an earlier trip to York Beach, Maine. I think it may be warmer in Maine.
Max shared a piece of pizza with a boat-tailed grackle.