SOB - One Left

And then there was one. The saddest day of my month away from Zihuatanejo is always the last day of the second week - no more SOB volleyball until January! Most of the crew spends the morning in the lobby saying goodbye to the guests. I prefer to be on the beach taking down the nets. I work in the hot sun until there is only one left, which the hotel will use until we return next year to start again. This view, from my third different room of the week, shows that solitary net waiting for someone to come out and play (which we did later in the day, one final match before departing before sunrise tomorrow morning).