The Bathers

I am in Lincoln City for the Sitka recorder workshop. After a long day of play, we walked on the beach. These guys were daring each other into the water, while their ladies watched on shore. Then we ate dinner at Mist, a restaurant attached to a big motel which was filled for a postal workers conference. After awhile we were joined by one of those musicians who knows ten thousand songs. He was great and Esther and I had to dance.