As we unrolled the tent on the beach, it caught the wind like a kite. It billowed wildly as the poles were slid into place. Soon it was held down with our menagerie.
|doggie paper weights|
We ate snacks, joyfully lapped from our travel water bottle, and napped. The bay was our lullaby.
|can we do this everyday?|
Several hours before high tide, the water was getting alarmingly close.
|water burns our souls|
As we broke down our tent, fighting with it like Mary Poppins's umbrella, the ocean was a foot from our door!
|get in the car, the magic food window beckons|
We made our escape just in time.