A day at the beach, a night by the fire.

The "Out of Office" message on my e-mail reads, "Life's a beach, and thats where I am."



If summer only lasted one day (and for the last few years that's what it seems), I would spend that single day at the beach.

We did just that this week.

In days of yore we would call friends, throw a cooler and some towels in the car and go.

Now it seems that we have to plan this as an annual event and arrange around everyone. One of our friends Facebook'd to her kids to get a turnout.

As we don't get much time to do stuff like this anymore, we tend to go overboard.

Now it's an event. And we like it that way.

Yesterday we were first on the beach (as usual) and staked our claim, secured our territory and set up camp. We had enough food for the a school football team, shade shelter, music and the Bag-o-Fun!

And the beach was marvelous. Warm without heat or humidity, breeze, sand and surf.


Kelsy the puppy sprang from the car to the water spent more time in the water than anyone else. Gleefully bouncing after the ball and romping over the waves. (see video below)


My Darling Bride didn't get sunburned, and Thing Two did, but no interesting pattern this time. Thing one made her huge sand castle and walked for hours.

There were people dumped out of the dingy, and my kite flew this year! In fact, it almost beat the Wright Brothers record!

Dinner rocked. Not just my homemade burgers, My Darling Bride prepared half a grocery cart of fresh fruit and veggies, there was a cooler full of cold drinks, and Jane and Rob roasted a beef on the beach. We don't do things half way, you know.

The remnants of the BBQ were used to start the campfire, a necessity to roast hot dogs and make smores.

The light show was two-fold, the 63 million stars you can see from there (we counted them) and the glowstick theater put on by David.

Friends, sun, sand surf and a campfire.

In the end, we left the beach as we found it, empty.

Till next year.