I never understood how people could hang out at the beach all day. I think that’s probably because I grew up in Washington. We just got back from finally visiting the beach here on cape cod about a half mile from our house. It. Was. Amazing. We’ve been on the go all day trying to get stuff done, and it’s just been too hot out, so we didn’t make it down to the beach till about 8pm. It was twilight–the most wonderful time of day, and as we walked down several tiny lanes all the houses around us were spilling out onto their porches and decks with people finishing dinner. The sky was hung with satin gray clouds and the air was still like before a storm, muffling the laughter and clink of wine glasses and conversation. After winding down a shell path through some thick shrubs we came around a corner and found miles of sandy beach to our left and our right and the Atlantic ocean directly in front. Undaunted, Violet promptly walked to the surf and threw sand into the waves for the next ten minutes.
The water temperature was better than bathtub.