Clear Blue

   
This last, glorious Saturday, five of us piled into a car and drove the 2 miles to Nett Point.

The water was a wondrous blue.  Life is good!






Of course, many others had the same idea and picnickers and water fans were sharing their delight.  Where there is water, there are fun-loving kids.


Kids are quite happy to demonstrate their balance, their daring, their skills.  Flash a camera and they will perform any number of acrobatic maneuvers.

 

 

 And, like kids every where, there's always one or two who taunt and dare and scoff. . . until the big guy captures them for the appropriate dunking.







Though the water was clear and obviously refreshing, after an hour and a half or so of enjoying the antics of the kids, I noticed that some of our party were no where to be seen.  Thinking they might have swum back to the car, Becca and I gathered everyone's sandals, towels, bags, cameras, and miscellaneous odds and ends. 

We headed for the car, looking for our other members either in the water or on the sand along the way.  Of course they were no where to be seen.

 We arrive at the car -- alone -- with none of the others in sight . Obviously some miscalculation has occurred.

 But another 5 minutes, as Becca and I discuss the possibility of returning to the end of the causeway, off in the distance we spy our lost companions hobbling along.

What's a day at the beach without sand between the toes. . .