The first beach day of the year! We packed a picnic dinner and headed to Range Pond State Park. It was the perfect time of day to go, since most beach-goers had returned to their houses for some supper. We played in the sand, observed nature, dipped our toes in the water, and enjoyed some of the sunset before our scramble to leave so they could lock the gates for the night.
Simon was terrified of the water, but had important work to do on the sand. Whenever we would ask him “Simon, do you want to eat some food?” or “Simon, want to dip your toes in the water?” he would reply firmly: “No. I diggin’ in the mud.” And that was that.
When we left, he finally realized that he was hungry and devoured chunks of kiwi in the car. Back home he gobbled up a toddler-sized sandwich and some snap pea crisps, and then didn’t protest when we told him it was bedtime. Well, maybe he did just a little, but once he was in his crib he promptly zonked out. I remember that, as a kid, the way the beach would exhaust me, but in a good way.
It is one of my goals this year, to make it to the beach, whether it be lake, pond, or ocean, at least once a week if we can. Every year of my life I end up wishing, at summer’s end, that I had gone more often during Maine’s few precious weeks of summer. Here is hoping that today is the first of many like it.