I loaded up the kids and took them down to 3rd Beach the other day.
This day, the sun was shining and the breeze was light. I set our stuff down and then strolled down to the south end of the beach and found a huge jumble of rope and som crab pot buoys. I hauled the birds nest of rope back to our “base camp” and discovered that in our absence the crows had discovered my dehydrated fruit that I had made to keep in my backpack. There were apples and strawberries scattered all over the beach. I don’t even remember taking it out of my pack. Oh well, most of it made it through unscathed.
We played around for a while. We played jump rope with a 30 foot section of line. The kids, of course took off their shoes and waded around the surf. I spent a while untangling the rope and coiling it up. There was about 300 feet of good quality crab pot line in sections ranging from 20 feet to 100.
After a while the weather started to turn. The clouds started rolling in and the temperature dropped. It never actually rained, but it felt like it could at any moment. By now the kids were ready to start heading back too, so I strapped the coils of rope to our backpacks and started back towards the car.
The temperature had dropped considerably, but no one noticed: The climb up out of the beach was enough to get Kelsi to take her jacket off.
They taught me a couple of new grade school songs and rituals that kids are doing these days. They filled me in on who likes who and the latest news on Justin Bieber. It was a great day.
The 2 mile walk back to the car was too short.