69 beach

Frolicking at 69 beach yesterday with the Arthur clan. I can't believe Mist, Tabs and Pete. Even though my pictures don't reflect it, they did not leave the water all day. They were all mesmerized by the force of the waves at the shoreline. Even Tabs. Her confidence has skyrocketted and she bobs around sans lifejacket. Melissa probably would have been in as long as the rest of them but she took breaks to see little Pip who could dig her way to China on the beach sand. Kyr played for awhile but then dug himself a pit to read in - until a wave came in and saturated his chamber, luckily he was boogy boarding at that moment. Pete must have boogie board abs. I've never seen anyone go at it so relentlessly, flinging himself on the board.

Joop was having to babysit me. I need assistance to get past the shore line waves. Especially this time. I have zero ability to navigate when the wave is pulling back from the shore in its retreat. I actually felt my tibias disengage from my knees and head out with the wave - minus the top part of me. You can see a picture of Joop holding tightly to the top part of me while the bottom part leaves for deep water.

I had remembered this beach as the one where a small boy found a gigantic conch shell last year - almost a foot long. I am getting desperate in the acquisition front. Just nothing to show for all the beaching. Even diligently searching these shores yielded nothing but two small shells. Where have all of the shells gone?

Afterwards we went to Harmon and Donna's for supper. It is so amazing to be sitting on their lanai and hearing the whales, even their cries. Imagine living somewhere where you sit looking into the blackness of the sea and hear the whales talking.