So a chill-out day by the pool followed by Crazy (or tame) golf, where of course Mr Fogg whooped ass (a sexy score of 50, Mrs Fogg scoring 51 and poor ole Kev crawling into the low 70’s). After a strenuous game time for ribs (oh yum) and then back to have our butts handed to us by Mrs Fogg (aka the Ringer) at several games of pool (even tho she was sozzled).

The smoke billowing across the highway is an advertisement for the rib shack (not dangerous at all). And yes the crazy golf have a plastic goose to make it look realistic.

The margarita swimming pool was just too much to handle

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