After singing ‘Happy Birthday to you’ to my grandson (age 20, and he’s the oldest of the little kids, as I’ve thought of them), I found myself 3 miles from Sunset Beach when it was time to head for home. The sky didn’t look promising but I drove over anyhow, and then nearly gave up when I found that I had to park way down the road and walk up to the beach.
I confess that I haven’t ever found an ice cream man at any other sunset stop I’ve made. That photo alone made me happy that I’d stopped for a little while. Then it was time to head home.