Spend more time near the ocean

Frogette and I went to watch Frog play volleyball at the beach tournament last night. We walked along the nearly deserted beach (away from the nets) and I delighted in the sand pipers running about and darting over the ocean every time we got too close.

Ahhhhh…. ions.

The water was finally calmer yesterday when I went to the beach. I was able to stay in for quite a while, riding the waves.
I also picked up some magnificent shells previously tossed to the shore by the hurricane, and enjoyed the sun and the ions.

On Friday, Frog and I went to the beach while Frogette was at her (sob!) last day of camp.
Rough water due to the upcoming hurricane made our swim very short, but at least we got in a bit. We spread out our blanket and sunbathed, and enjoyed watching the seagulls try to navigate the heavy wind.

Refreshing!

this is a priority. Can I make time to go today?
Tomorrow?

I went twice last week. Great exercise, good endorphins. Yay, summer!

Frog and I took Frogette and a friend for a dinner picnic on the beach. We ate a lovely dinner of salmon burgers with dill mayo on English muffins, watched the kids play in the wet sand as we shivered under the blanket, and a lovely time was had by all.

Frogette and I went to walk on the boardwalk to the lighthouse. I promised her we would go up the lighthouse if she wanted to next time. (There are more than 200 stairs, so she may change her mind, but it’s a beautiful view.)
We saw lots of deer who were as interested in us as we were in them, and we squealed at their cuteness together.
It was actually warm enough that we could go on the beach proper, and I was in heaven sitting on the sand as Frogette collected shells, staring out at the waves, and breathing in the ions. A perfect winter beach trip.

On the one day last week that the temperatures were above freezing (I think they were above freezing, and at the very least they were substantially above the norm for that week), Frogette and I went to the north shore. It would have been too cold to go to the real (south shore) ocean, so the bay was a compromise. Frogette took her bicycle to ride on the boardwalk, and I followed walking behind her. We got our heart rates up and laughed at the seagulls. Then, we went down on the sand and got as close as we could to the water. It was too cold to take our gloves off, so we didn’t collect the hundreds of fascinating mussel and clam shells we saw, but we admired them from afar.

The north shore will never do it for me like the south shore does, but I suppose it will tide me over until I can get back to the ocean.

My mind wants to go, but my body doesn’t. Maybe if it ever gets above 32 degrees…

Absolutely wonderful. Frog and I went for my birthday. As I told him, I wanted my most favorite person in the world with me in my favorite place in the world.