I have never been one to be much of a joiner and would rather sit on a beach with a book, a big hat, (like Grandmother, still sitting in the sun at sixty, at seventy, at eighty, still flying to an island somewhere). Or sail and go snorkeling. Or hike a trail. Or ride a bike....Or eat in a restaurant, a greasy spoon with a funky name and good strong coffee. The boys are like that somewhat because it was years ago that they enjoyed a nature preserve more than Disney World (there were Manatees and alligators, a hippo and a jetty ride through the "swamp").
Through the years they (the boys) have enjoyed hanging out on beaches, still we remember that long-ago beach, in the sun and wind, making wash-away sand castles and playing in the ocean, enjoying it so much that I bought boogie boards at the Piggly-Wiggly down the way and carried boards and sand and towels (in the car on an eighteen hour drive) home, we stayed an extra day. It was silly. The boards sat for years in a corner of the basement, shedding their sand. Forgotten.
|Christmas Vacation. USVI. 2007. Other than an older lady (who gave me great hints and tips on getting around the Island) . We had this particular beach to ourselves (and the occasional Rasta, smoking...).|