The sand was soooo soft. It felt almost as smooth as Molly the Cat's fur after she has licked her coat.
If I had brought a change of clothing, I would've dived into the water which was delightfully and surprisingly warmish. Next time, I'll know better. At least, I got my feet wet. Even the Husband took his shoes off.
The Husband asked if the seaweed on the beach was edible, after he licked an end of a plant. He also said he tasted the ocean. I love the Husband.
My knees had no problem walking on sand. I suppose it's all that give. The knees don't feel the worse today.
We plopped down on the sand and sat for a long while, taking in the waves, the horizon, the fog, the humidity, the humanity, the few birds, and the quite-a-few dogs.
As the tide went out, we thought we saw a whale in the near distance. But the black shape took a long time moving from that one spot. Ah-ha! R…