We were going to go to the shore. We were. We were sunscreened, swimsuited, sunglassed - we were set. And then we got in the car. The first "traffic update" sign we encountered let us know that the next 12 miles would take us approximately 60 minutes. 60! After consulting all othe rpossible routes, we quickly deduced that the rest of Pennsylvania was also headed for the Jersey shore. After swallowing our disappointment, we made a detour and headed to our local river. Not quite the same, but still fun.
Hiding under fallen trees.
Climbing up trees.
Throwing (or skipping, for the more talented among us) rocks.
Sauntering down paths with our canine friend.
We wore ourselves out at the river and came home to play in the sprinklers.
And . . .
Sarah still got to work on her tan!
Climbing up trees.
Throwing (or skipping, for the more talented among us) rocks.
Sauntering down paths with our canine friend.
We wore ourselves out at the river and came home to play in the sprinklers.
2 comments:
Fun! Sometimes our beach was the local canal and bridge by Grandma's house! We get to deal with what we have! I see you still have a woof!
Remember that time that driving to Cape May took us something like 3 hundred hours? I think you were very smart to take the detour.
You're lucky you have a river-our local beach is a mosquito infested brooklet that won't even make a decent splash when stoned.
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