Maine has had more than it's fair share of rain this summer, so when we had a really hot day that actually felt like the tail end of July we scooted on down the road a couple miles to the closest sandy spot. And we parked ourselves there for the rest of the day! I've got the sunburn to prove it.
My mom briefly went back to the house to make egg salad sandwiches and pack up a little picnic lunch. Everything tastes so good at the beach. Something about the air and ocean works up an appetite like nothing else. My mom snuck a little fresh basil into the sandwiches and it was so delicious!
The sky was so huge, I wish I could have captured it. How amazing to lay on the sand and see nothing but blue, broken by a few wispy brush strokes of cloud.
When Sam wasn't collecting snails, wading in the water or eating seaweed, he napped in this little shelter I rigged up for him.
My dad took a break from working and rode his bike down to the beach to join us in our picnic. Then he, Sam and I set out across the vast, sandy expanse the tide had left behind as it rushed out. I'd never seen so many hermit crabs! And we practically had the beach to ourselves. How delicious to run across rippled sand still damp from the retreating tide. I love the way it shifts beneath my feet. I felt like a kid again, hunting for treasures, feeling the sand on my sunbured skin.