Another Low-key Day

More laundry this morning and watching a bit of the first Olympics events. As the day wore on I started getting antsy about "doing something". Mostly because H and K weren't as familiar with Denmark as the Pedersen-pod is, I wanted to make sure they saw a little more of it while they were here. Took us a long time to settle on something to do. Finally we decided to drive up to Skagen, the tip of Jylland where the North Sea and the Baltic meet. When the current is just right, you can see the seas meeting each other as the waves collide and form peaks. This action has a strong affect on the sand-bar (spidsen or "the point") at the tip of Denmark. It will shorten or elongate with the seasons. Another profound thing about these two seas meeting is that you can stand with one foot in each see and usually feel the temperature difference. The North sea is normally warmer than the Baltic.

So... K, S, H and I piled in the BMW and took the one hour drive up there. Nice day, nice drive. Got there in the early afternoon. Quite a few tourists out there this time of year, but we didn't have any trouble finding a parking space. We bought a ticket for the Sand Worm, a bus-like trailer pulled by an enormous tractor. This makes it easy to get out to The Point. It had been many years since I was up there, so I had forgotten how close it was to the parking lot. We could have walked there within 10 minutes! Oh well, the tickets weren't very expensive.

Not optimal "viewing conditions" for The Point today. Made me look like a liar actually. The waves weren't making the usual peaks and there was not much difference in temperature. In fact, the North Sea seemed cooler than the Baltic. The amount of tourists out there made it hard to get a good photo. Bit of a bummer, but it was still really nice weather. I was wishing I had worn my swim trunks as the water was very inviting.

After 20 minutes or so up there, we decided to gradually walk back to where we had parked. I tried to give our Sand Worm tickets to people who we passed, but no one wanted them. Lots of German bunkers from WWII in Jylland. Many of them are still here, as unused as they were back then. After the occupation, there wasn't any real fighting in Denmark. Just a lot of guys sitting in bunkers playing cards, I guess. We stood on top of one of the big bunkers for a while, then went to get ice cream from the tourist trap near the parking lot.

And then, back home for dinner and more Olympics on television.