It was cold ... but beautiful.
The air was so fresh and even when it rained, the rain was so light, you couldn't feel it falling, even when you were getting drenched.
We walked down to these big rocks at low tide and looked at sea stars and anemones and barnacles. Breathtaking! Wading in the water was cold enough to take our breath away, too.
A family tradition from years past when my father-in-law came to this same beach as a boy, is to race tiny little wooden boats down Iron Springs Creek. My father-in-law's brother made most of them, and there were enough for every grandchild, except for the babies, to race one.
Now that we're home, I'm tired. So tired, in fact, that I completely spaced that the kids were supposed to start swimming lessons this morning. Doh!
To close, here's a short clip of my baby playing in a tidal puddle. I love this clip because I think it captures some of the wonder of childhood. Enjoy!
Have you been anywhere fun this summer?