I put a question mark here, because I really don't know if that is how you spell things! The next day it rained and rained. We were so lucky with the weather on our helicopter ride the day before! We headed out to the bay for clam chowder. You could choose white or red. Granny Smith and I chose white. Then we headed out to watch the waves and eat our soup.
While we were perched in the car, savoring each bite, and watching the waves crash on the beach, I got a text from Braeburn in Utah. He was wishing he was with us. We were wishing he was with us too. School can be such an inconvenience! I sent him this snap shot to show what we were doing.
After the soup was gone, we brave souls took umbrellas and hiked to the bottom. Before I knew it Granny Smith was wet to him waist trying to outrun breakers.
I discovered it is impossible not to get wet on the beach. Just impossible. Sooner or later part of you gets wet, and then a little more, and then just a little more, and pretty soon you're drenched. And it's all very fun until you try and get in the car without hauling 50 pounds of sand with you.
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