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I wish I could take credit for having perfect weather, but I can't.  Most definitely God's hand was involved.   I woke up this morning to the sounds of waves crashing, thinking it was me dreaming I was in Mexico.  Nope.  This is Minnesota...and if you blink, well, you know what happens when you blink.

This was the scene that greeted us outside our hotel as we readied our bags to leave:

 

So...no more blinking.