Out for the weekend
This weekend, the best, the bears, and I went to the Oregon coast to spend a couple of nights with friends at a cottage (I call it a summer camp, but that seems to be either a Wisconsin or New Hampshire naming convention; everybody else thinks that summer camps are those internment camps for teenagers that every middle class kid in North America has ended up being stuck at at least once in their life) near the coast.
No net connection there, but it was on a river just upstream of the ocean, so we couldn't see the ocean but we could hear it (louder than the trains we hear leaving Brooklyn yard) all the time we were there.