. . . and the inside. The grownups and Thing 4 got to sleep in here.
Inside the shack - I'm not sure what the massage table is for. The girls (including Courtney) were in here the first night.
Don't let Grammie fool you. Hawaii doesn't really get cold at night.
This camping trip was all about simplification - even with the S'mores.
Dark fell and crab-hunting on the beach commenced. It took a little while before the Things 1 & 2 were comfortable with scooping handfuls of crab out of the sand - maybe crabs are too reminiscent of spiders. Thing 3's shrieks were enough to send all the crabs back into their holes.
Darren had no problem handling the creepy crawlers.
All are alive, sandy, and ready for bed.