Our favorite beach was Driftwood Beach. What an amazing view of dead trees. I know that sounds funny, but they were smooth and twisty both on the tops and the bottoms. It looks like a giant just plucked them out of the ground like a weed and left them on the shore to die.
Teagan loved it there. Lots of climbing and peeking. Exploring to be done everywhere. It was like no other beach I’ve seen.
And the best was Crab Hunting. Yes, I said crab hunting. T quickly made friends with a boy who was a maybe a year or two older and his harem of little girls. The girls (and T) would spot the crabs (who were crawling all over the trees and rocks) and the boy would swoop in and catch them in his bare hands. Oh, to be young again.
And then of course, I had to join in the fun but purely by accident. As we were saying good-bye to T’s new friends, I looked down as the sand moved under my foot. The boy didn’t believe me when I said he might want to bring his bucket for this one (last image)!
