Then it was time for lunch (a bit late). After a big bowl of clam chowder, Lisa and I went for a longish walk. We first went down by the hotel where we used to stay. The site is surrounded by chain-link fence. Most of the units have already been knocked down, but the little corner unit in which we've spent a weekend almost every year for the past ten or so still stood for now forlornly on the corner, awaiting the wrecking crew. Making our goodbyes, we walked down past the Lewis and Clark Salt Works and then onto the Seaside Promenade and then out onto the beach. We didn't walk then entire length of the beach, only about half of it, before heading back to the hotel. My feet hurt, not from the walking -- I've been doing a lot of walking -- but from the standing around on the hard concrete floor of the convention center. Walking is easy; sitting is easy; standing still is hard.
I forget how late it stays light at this latitude. It's nearly 8 PM and still pretty bright out. Although it was gloomy and raining this morning, it turned fine this afternoon, and I'm glad I put on sunscreen and my wide-brimmed hat (which I wish I'd had at the rugby matches last weekend).
Because we ate lunch so late, a late dinner is also indicated. So maybe a dip in the hotel's indoor pool and use of the whirlpool would help our sore feet and legs feel better.