Glamping

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.





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