While Em is busy on the road to white sandy beaches, the baintrain begged me to take them to a new swimming hole....ironically called the beach.
No white sand, but beautiful nonetheless.
A bit colder than the Atlantic, but swim-worthy.
Relaxing for 2 reasons: natural beauty and no cell signal, so no interruptions.
Entertainment provided: crawfish hunting.
After catching they have to see how much the crawfish can bench-press!
Bonus: bull-frog tadpole. We had to bring it home. It's now on the kitchen counter - hoping to be left alone long enough to grow into a full grown amphibian.
Even though I prefer white sand to rocky beaches, they could care less where we are, as long as we are together. That's what being at the beach is all about: distraction-free living. Hope I can do it all summer long....