There is a tradition on large big deck Naval ships to have a morale-building steel beach picnic to break up the monotony of life at sea. Flight operations are held off, and the entire crew is invited up top for a BBQ and some entertainment. Unfortunately, entertainment consisted of a band of Navy guys who like to sing from the back of their throat like the devil.

Here is the line to wait in to get to the food. When I first saw this line I went back down below and figured I could wait a little while.

I went and put on my bathing suit and some sunscreen and returned to a relatively shorter line (not really). No, I did not recently have cataract surgery. Here I am with my running pal, Tim.

For cooling off there were inflatable kiddie pools on the flight deck. We were originally scheduled for a swim call that day, but the swells in the ocean were not accommodating. I had to make do with what they provided. Don't worry; I emptied the water and refilled it before getting in. Check out the view off of the stern.