After the dolphins, we stopped to pick up some beach snacks, and then found a likely beach spot. It was 6pm by then, and beautifully cool and breezy--the ideal time of day to be at the beach. Despite the diminished height of the sun, I slathered on the spf 30 (better safe than sorry, with my pale skin), and headed straight into the surf.

It was a very strong current, and it was all I could do to maintain my balance as the waves came crashing in. Eventually I got out beyond the biggest of the breakers, and was able to jump to meet each arriving wave, floating over the top, or getting smacked in the head if I misjudged. It was utterly exhilarating, and utterly exhausting; I dropped back into my chair feeling wonderful and completely unable to move. Well, except for a snack. And some reading. And then some shell collecting. And then more wave-wrestling.

Oh, it was good. I want more beach!