Friday, July 26, 2013

I've Got Sand in Places I Didn't Even Know I Had

Since we live half an hour from the beach, you would think we would frequent it much more than we actually do. After several beach trips, I find myself thinking that I am not a big beach person. I like it once I am there, but driving out there, finding a parking space, and then hauling thirty pounds of beach chairs, beach umbrellas, towels, sand toys, a picnic basket, boogie boards and water bottles, not to mention a small child, is exhausting.

Our ward does a weekly beach day. Not wanting to brave the beach with two children and no husband, I did not attend. Suddenly seized by an adventurous spirit, I decided we would go this week. I tried to only pack priority stuff. We ate lunch right before we went. We went early to find a parking space.

Alas, I got so lost, so by the time we found the right beach, we were ten minutes late. I couldn't find a good parking space and had to park down the street. I put the baby in the sling, then lugged everything to the beach while trying to encourage mt preschooler to walk at something faster than a snail's pace.

We made it! Out of breath, I dumped all the stuff, then set up our little camp. The trek had left Ash thirsty. I happily produced her spill-proof children water bottle from my bag and handed it over. She took one sip, then accidentally dropped it in the sand, covering the mouthpiece. I hadn't brought more water. She was still thirsty. She started to cry.

This is why I'm not a beach person.

1 comment:

  1. A beach only needs a towel, some water, and sunscreen. When those run out, it's time to go.

    You know what? I don't like beaches either. The last time I went to a Pacific Ocean beach, I had some cuts on my legs and the salt water stung immensely. Plus it was cold.

    I do like playing in the sand and building sand castles. The last time Arf went to a beach, he pulled a hamstring playing Frisbee with our Southern cousins and went home in a wheelchair. At least it was temporary!

    OTH, the beach at South Padre was the softest sand I have ever seen and it was amazing. For about five minutes until I got bored.


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