It started when Henry drove by in his golf cart loaded with an extension cord, an amp and his electric guitar. A neighbor joined in with his equipment and, since I'm now the proud owner of a sweet little Taylor with a pickup, they brought along a cable for me. Henry drove us to the bluff where we plugged in and played loud - really, really loud - to the surfers riding the nice south swell.
Sun setting, waves crashing, chords crashing because as far as garage bands go, we're still a bit rough around the edges. And then we saw a kayak float out to sea. South swell plus high tide swept the beach clean. Waves bumped the base of the bluff and more than a few local boats got carried away.
The sun set, our laughing (in a good way, I'm sure) neighbors dispersed and the Bluffs Band headed for home. For now, anyway.