We were supposed to start tours at 11:30, but water was blocking the path for quite some time later. Lots of people braved crossing on the rocks, but we are not that steady. I finally relented, feeling guilty for leaving Mary and Craig to do tours with the folks who did make it up there, crossed on a few rocks and did okay.
Great tours as well, and it is refreshing to find that just about everyone is thoughtful, kind and considerate. While a couple of women were waiting to take the tour they were talking with Cary. Two other couples came up and the first two ladies (from Houston) offered to pay their admission! One couple (who Cary thought really could use the help) took them up on it. The one lady from Houston later told me "the cute guy must be your husband!" I agreed.
There is a pump organ in the parlor. Cary always tells the people that the stops give different sounds, and a 6-year-old asked if it played rock and roll.
The tide had already started to come in as we left at 2:30, more balancing on the rocks! So grateful for our walking sticks.
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