First things first. We found our spot. The beach was still busy from a beautiful weekend, so we wound our way down to the lake's edge. We pulled out the sand toys and started finding rocks and digging for wet sand. Asher made me a sand pie. Now I like rocks in my pie, but he does not, so I had to agree to have them on the side. That's ok, I think he will develop a taste for them later in life. We built a couple of castle turrets, but he was more interested in the "GULLS!" and rocks this time.
We ate our snack, goldfish crackers and cold water, and watched the people and the waves. It was sublime.
The time passed. We moved from spot to spot as the rest of the beach goers left, one tired group at a time. The breeze off the lake started to feel cooler as the sun started sinking. He remembered that our jackets had pockets so we started filling up them up with one curious rock after another. Gaga suggested we might want to start towards the car...
Now leaving the beach after a wonderful time like this is never easy. There is always one more shovel of sand, one more rock, one more gull to chase and one more something that delays our departure. "Wow," he says, "hole!" He explored it, climbed in, out and all around. Why do we have to leave yet anyway? Bedtime? Naah, Gaga thinks, we won't worry about that tonight.