Beach Day

In March in Maine. 86% on March 21st in Maine- 3 weeks post 1foot of snow falling.

Crazy weather.

So, we did what any other Mainer would do in the situation. We took advantage and headed to the beach. We hardy types are not ones to look a gift horse in the mouth (odd that sayings like that sound appropriate until you type them..what does that mean anyway?). 

Simple terms.

Pasty white people shed clothing and paid homage to the sun god.

Alec jumped out of the car and did not stop until he hit the rocks. He took off like a shot.  Ben is the little guy in green. Alec is white speck way off in the distance running parallel to the water – see him? 

 

  All winter long I complain to Erik that I want to move somewhere warm. Not being a skier I just don’t embrace winter well. And let’s face it- I like hockey but you can watch that anywhere. I just don’t like Maine in the winter.

And then spring hits (or a fake brief summer) and I am so thankful that somehow my boy gets the luxury of growing up 2 miles from the ocean.

That’s cool.