It was a beautiful, sunny day. The first we'd seen since we left home. Seventy-four degrees felt warm, so we headed to the beach. We forgot one thing.
Following stormy days of sixty degrees, huge lakes are cold.
I suppose that blaming our memories is a bit unfair. We hadn't forgotten. Last year, the water was cold, but we'd waded out to where we could body surf. Our chaperones told us not to go out that far this year, since rip tides were a concern.
"That's okay." Some of my friends said. "Julianne is a lifeguard."
Except that Julianne is a lifeguard who does not deal with rip tides or rescuing people without her floatation device. "If you get caught, swim parallel to the shoreline." I told them. "Then I'll call the coast guard."
I also found out that I don't do well with cold water on windy days. Behold:
The water is up to my ankles. That's as far as I ventured. Still, I was glad we went. There's something about the beach that makes me happy. What's your favorite beach memory?
Not sure it's my favorite beach memory, but a memory just the same...remember wearing our winter coats on the beach in FL because the wind was SO cold? And hardly even walking toward the beach before deciding to leave?
ReplyDeleteI think I find that memory funny because we were in Florida where I imagine it to always be a good day for the beach. Aunt Sharon's PR campaign all those years must have given me that idea...
I remember! I would have taken a coat this day, too... :) Yes, I would agree that Aunt Sharon probably shaped your opinion on that. :)
DeleteMy favorite beach memory is all the camping we did with the girls when they were younger up in Port Austin. Walking the beach and body surfing in the waves together and just being together. How I miss that.
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