Yesterday my husband, daughter and myself took a quick little trip to the beach.
I don't know about anyone else, but for me, I get so busy I finally just made a reservation in order to force me to do it! Other wise I keep coming up with excuses and just stay in my little comfort zone, which I may have mentioned I 'm working on stepping out of...
Ok so after I finished my chores on Thursday we set off, and since Jerry has gigs this weekend we were only staying one night. I splurged on a hotel room with a balcony overlooking the ocean so we could get maximum enjoyment out of our short time.
We arrived on Thursday afternoon, had a lovely time swimming, and taking a walk on the beach. A nice little picnic dinner and then to bed so we could have a full day before heading home the next afternoon.
Around 4:30 in the morning I awoke to a noise of a huge engine revving upover and over... I ( along with Jerry )got up and looked from the balcony to see what was up.
There was a truck stuck in the sand and a guy in a huge diesel truck trying to pull the vehicle out with a rope. Just pulling over and over in the same spot until actually the stuck vehicle was slowly burying itself in the sand.
I turned to Jerry and said, "we used to get stuck in the sand all the time when I was a kid"
You see with 8 kids the beach was our vacation every year. Yup, we camped for 2 weeks. I think it was 2 weeks. My dad worked so hard to make it happen for us and it was absolutely priceless.
One year we brought raccoons with us, because, yes , we had raccoons for pets. They ran free on the beach terrifying other campers. They really are very dangerous animals but that didn't stop us from bringing them or keeping them. At least till they were old enough to set free. ( we raised them when their mother was shot on my grandmothers property).
I started telling Jerry about how it was, the sand everywhere. My brother ( the neat one) driving himself to distraction trying to keep order. My sister walking to the showers constantly to relieve herself of the sand.
And my dad, just seemed really happy there, on the beach.
In my mind it was wonderful, the freedom, the water, the sand, sleeping on the beach listening to the surf, going to the pier, going way too far out in the water but never being afraid...no schedule, no rushing, No T.V. no plans... just the beach.
Anyway, instead of getting angry with the people, ( they had set up a campsite) for making so much noise
and waking us up I found myself laughing thinking about it, and knowing they'll remember the adventure
for the rest of their lives.