We went to two different beaches. At First Beach, there are piles and piles of driftwood you have to maneuver your way through to get down to the sand. It's quite the challenge- especially when the wind is trying to tackle you.
As I said, the wind was crazy. We (I) convinced everyone to attempt to walk this strip of driftwood debris. It looked easy enough from a distance. But as we started the adventure, it became quite dangerous. Imagine a very strong ocean wind, and a big strip of rocks, driftwood, moss and drop-offs. Get the picture? Anyways, lets just be honest and say that as soon as I slipped and fell a few times, I was NOT laughing in the face of danger.
However, I did laugh when Jenna made her way over to where I was. She came dressed in layer after layer after layer of coats of all sizes. My mom explained saying, "It's to add some weight so she doesn't blow away." We laughed because as funny as it sounded, it was too true.
Our destination: giant log.
Our journey description: running desperately to beat the water to the log.
Laughing as Anna runs as fast as she can to escape the incoming water. Timing was key...
You may not be able to tell from the picture, but my mom was in serious danger of falling down one of those drop-offs I was telling you about. She swayed a couple of times, and we laughed about her pose- which didn't help her case at all.
Upcoming: Kate's little story...
