Extreme Tugboating. No, seriously. This is pretty amazing if it really happened, and it looks like it might have. Of course, Photoshop is always a possibility. Still…
Webmail came back up this morning. No news, though. 
Er, wow. I mean, very wow. Puts all my past attempts at sandcastles to shame. Check it out.
No update yet this morning on the AF. Of course the base web mail has been down since Thursday afternoon, so no telling if they've sent me an e-mail. I contacted tech support this morning and we'll see if they can get it operational. If not I'll e-mail the people at assignments and ask them to please use my civilian e-mail account for the time being.
UPDATE: Called support and they knew about the issue but had no ETA for fixing it, so I dropped assignments an e-mail this afternoon asking them to please switch to my civilian e-mail address for now.
We had the annual St. Clement's parish retreat this weekend, up at Camp Mokuleia (map). Some folks came Friday evening for dinner and a mini-home-grown-fireworks display, and just hanging out. More came on Saturday for various activities, including crafts for the kids and round-singing lessons for the adults, and we wrapped up with Eucharist this morning on the beach.
There was lots to do, no doubt. But also there were a few gaps in the schedule. For example, Saturday afternoon we were to have a meditation/reflection lead by yours truly. I wandered around for a bit, but everyone I encountered was headed to go reflect on the beach or on their bed for the afternoon. So I made a quick phone call and arranged for an alternative activity in the free time. I've never gone gliding before, and haven't been behind the controls of an aircraft in a few years, so it was a double-joy. The views along the north shore and the ridge line were incredible. I paid a bit extra to get a lesson, though I spent most of the time just admiring the scenery. The controls were… Different. Than in a powered plane, I mean. Not quite sluggish. Maybe lagged is a good word. Lots more rudder required and less stick. It would take time to get used to, but the pilot said I was a natural. Probably because I'm already I pilot, so the basics are all there. Still, I apparently have a nose for finding thermals. And boy is it exciting when you suddenly begin climbing at 600 feet per minute, and didn't know it was going to happen!
No other news worthy of reporting at this time!
Today's link was to a site that looks like a lot of fun for those road trips: Roadside America. The calendar page references something called "Mufflermen," giant roadside statues made of fiberglass that one can, apparently, find at gas stations all over the nation. Unfortunately that specific page seems to have been removed from the site.
I tried Googling "mufflermen" to see what came up, and caught one or two examples, but no sites with a gallery as today's site was supposed to have. Ah, well. If you find something, drop it in comments please. Maybe we'll have more luck with Monday's link.
Happy Sunday!
Here's a blast from the past: A look at candy from bygone eras. Of course it looks like some things, like the Crunch Bar, never go out of style. Yum.