Margaret loves the beach.
We took her to Salt Creek/Crescent Beach/Tongue Point twice** while we were in Washington, and she had a whale of a time. This speaks to two things: Margaret’s intrepid nature and her good insulation.
Because it was not exactly a tropical beach.
The first time we went, it was probably 65 degrees outside (maybe 70, but there was a pretty stiff wind off the water, so it was hard to tell) and the water was probably 55 degrees. Margaret did not let this daunt her, but charged in full speed ahead.*
She was particularly taken with her shovel and piece of driftwood, which she clung to despite all attempts to take them from her, real or imagined.
This one was imagined.
She also enjoyed kelp-poking and seaweed-gathering.
When we hauled her out of the freezing cold water, her teeth were chattering and she was turning a little blue, but she was not particularly impressed with us for ending her fun, even if the tide was coming in and threatening to cut us off. Not impressed AT ALL.
*As she has never heard of torpedoes, she’s not as intrepid as Admiral Farragut, but still intrepid.
*I’ll do part 2 when I find the cord to get my photos off the phone. It’s still in the luggage somewhere. Tonight, maybe?
** See * above.
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