My mom, brother and I have a fascination with the ocean. I could sit on the beach all day long and watch the waves, the surfers, the kids in the sand. Hunting for seashells is one of the most relaxing activities around.
My sister, she doesn't love the ocean so much. She and I share an irrational fear that if we get much wetter than our ankles, a shark will jump out of the water and eat us. But, she humored us, and spending hours sitting on the beach, had a great nap and read on of the first books she's read in years.
The whole point of our road trip was to see the ocean. Willie wanted to play his ukulele on the beach. I wanted to sit somewhere beautiful without anyone asking me for anything. I think Haley wated a nap. And she got one. Our hours on the beach were excellent. In all the trips to California I've taken in my life, I've never been able to spend some time just hanging out at the beach. Isn't that crazy? The beach is wonderful. In my lawn chair, with my diet coke, my shells, and my brother's ukulele. The three of us hardly talked on the beach, we were just there. We took turns guarding our stuff to walk through the surf and watch the surfers wipe out. The beach is a pretty good place to watch people. A good place to relax. A good place to have your hair go all frizzy crazy and never look back.
And a pretty good place to get sand in your toes. If getting sand in your toes is what you're after.
And a beach sunset? That's a pretty spectacular thing. Even if you almost miss it while trying to find the beach again and have to get your sister to stop, dump you out of the car to go and watch it while she circles in a parking lot. A good sunset and a good sister.