I have to admit, my parents can be kind of rad. My mom suggested going for a swim in the old quarry, buried deep in the woods, a kind of locals' secret. Mom, Sam and I walked the long dirt road and then turned onto the narrow, overgrown path that leads to the quarry. My dad ran on ahead to get his daily exercise.
The path reminded us of some sort of fairy kingdom, overgrown with moss, shrouded ponds and tree-formed forts were scattered along the way. If they didn't bite so awfully much I might have mistaken the swarms of mosquitoes and no-see-ums for little winged fairies!
The quarry is separated by small strip of land from the ocean, and so, is full of salt water, but salt water that's the perfect temperature for swimming. It felt so lovely to loll about in the buoyant, warm water. We all agreed it must have some sort of salutary benefits because we all felt pretty amazing afterward.