Most of the morning was spent in thunderstorms, which is not a great way to start a beach vacation. We hung out in the room for a bit, checking the weather and wondering what we should do with the day. However, there was supposed to be a small window of a couple of hours that were not spposed to be a storm.
Friends, we go to the beach to sit our asses on the sand and play in the ocean, not to play mini-golf or go to funhouses. That meant we were going to try for that little window of decent beach time.
We got lucky. That little window of time turned into as perfect a beach afternoon as you could hope for. The waves weren’t large, but other than that, we had a great time. We played in the water, watched my nephew create one of his sand engineering works, and Mom and I did a quarter mile swim along the shoreline.
Yep, Mom’s an open water swimmer now. (No, I don’t think she’s really going to get into the sport. She was humoring me by going along and doing a little swim with me.)
The heavens opened around dinnertime, which was fine. We stayed in and made a puzzle. I know, hot times with the Figart household, huh?
As is my habit during Beach Week, I’m up with the sunrise, though I gotta say, the camera is not doing the spectacular dawn any justice.
Wow–that *is* a great-looking sky! There’s something special about sunrises over the ocean.
There is, indeed. It’s one of my favorite sites in the whole world that isn’t a human I love.