It just killed mama not to have her camera when we were down at the ocean. But papa took pictures with his cell phone that actually turned out.
We hung out at the house all weekend and jsut had a good time playing in the pool and riding around on golf carts and bikes. On our way out of town, mama and papa felt guilty that they never took us to the ocean, so we decided on a detour to the beach.
We were supposed to spend a day at the beach, but there was a shark attack nearby and we figured the beaches might be closed. Were we wrong. There were thousands of people at the beach. Obviously, they are braver than we are. (Sounds like the beginning of Jaws!)
The entire weekend was unseasonably cool with highs only around 85 degrees. The coast is known for being much hotter than Clemson, so we were pleasantly surprised by the tolerable weather. On Monday at the beach, it did go over 90, but the breeze made it very nice and mama started voicing her intentions of a beach vacation next summer.
We started out looking for shells. Mama found one in the shape of South Carolina, but lost it somewhere in the car on the way home.
I did not want anything to do with the water, so I contented myself by playing in the sand farther up on the beach.
Watch out! It's a beached whale!
If mama knew how much fun we'd have, she might have put on our bathing suits.
Because soon after, Henry started running into the water fully clothed. (Who is this kid?)
He was soaked clear through.
I wasn't going to get any where near that crazy bunch for fear of being thrown in.
Unfortunately, I still haven't learned the lesson "Don't wipe your eyes if you've been playing in the sand." Papa had to take me back up to the lighthouse to stick my head under a spigot to get it all out. Then we all had to change our clothes before mama would let us back in the van.
