My sister's awesome map (At the beach -part two)

In case you've forgotten my last post, I was talking about a recent trip to the beach with my friends.  It was so cold that my feet wished that they were in Tampa Bay.

Thankfully, my sister had a solution.

Actually, she, too, was cold, and did not see any point in freezing herself further by wading in the water.  Instead, she drew this amazing map in the sand: 

 See her up there in the corner?  She's drawing Alaska.  This is Hawaii, which was off to the left and much closer to the waves.

 Alaska, complete.

 Once upon a time, I also knew how to do this.  I'm afraid that my map falls apart at Kentucky and/or Wisconsin whenever I attempt.  I was impressed by her memory, and also the look of it in the sand.

Good work, Allison!

At the Beach- part 1

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?