Like Nowhere Else

We went to the beach for the second time this week. Tuesday we hit Dillon Beach, and today we went to Bolinas. I have been musing on two things. First, the fact that there are NO signs to indicate where Bolinas is staggers me. Apparently people in the town don't want visitors, so they tear down any signs that point the way off Highway 1. But the more important thing to me was the spell that comes over kids when they hit the beach. Both times, my kids were got so excited and energized to be at the beach. They were sweet and helpful to me and each other. They didn't complain about anything. And, most amazingly, they got along. They just found stuff to do together and actually enjoyed playing with each other. At Dillon Beach, Asher, Ella, and Marley dug sand crabs for 45 minutes. Then they ran the dunes together for another 30 minutes.

Thinking back to my childhood experiences at the beach, it makes sense. Now I am sure I don't remember all my trips to the beach, but I remember a lot of them. Trips to the beach that should seem inconsequential stick out in my mind. Getting up at 5:30 to gather shells with my babysitter. Getting buried by my cousins. Wrestling with my friends. Body boarding. Surfing (or trying to). Spying on the nudie beach. Even now, just focusing on it floods back more memories than it is reasonable to recall. I think I have come to the conclusion that there is something special about the beach. No duh. But more than that. Somehow it registers deep. Just musing. Alright, here is a picture of the kids.