We went here today: http://fitzgeraldreserve.org/
, because some friends with a son the same age as DS contacted us this morning and wanted to drive down to our neck of the woods and spend a day at the beach. Anyway, it always happens that when it's hot and summery 20 miles inland, friends expect it to be the same here. And while it's sunny today, the wind is blowing cold air off the water, making it shivery cold on the sand. So our friends showed up in shirts and tees, and probably didn't get the beach day they'd hoped for. The wife is 8 months pregnant, so I applaud her for even making the trek. I really enjoyed it because I never seem to remember to go to this place when the tide is low, and today we hit the tide pools just right, and my son got to see anemones, starfish and loads of crabs. There was also a harbor seal nursery, so we got to observe a bunch of adorable baby seals from a distance.
My funny anecdote for the day is that, as I was talking to a volunteer marine biologist, a paper bag came blowing down the beach. He tried to catch it, but missed. It being Earth Day and all, I decided to chase after it, not realizing that the wind was strong enough for it to send me SPRINTING a quarter mile after it. I must have looked so conspicuous because first of all, I chased it across a coned-off area, with loads of bystanders behind the line trying to look at the seals. I overheard DH say, "Hey, where's mommy going? Look at her go!" to our son. I was sprinting at a breakneck pace hundreds of yards, but knew I may have to abandon the chase if I got too close to the seals. Luckily, the bag got stuck in some rocks, and I caught up to it. The whole crowd of people who'd been watching me chase the bag cheered for me as I retrieved it. It was embarrassing AND kind of cool to have them clap for me like that.
The whole thing could have ended there, but the wind was still whipping, and I had the bright/dumb idea to put a rock in the bag to make it too heavy to fly away as I walked back to my friends & family. So as I was trying to make a hole big enough for a rock big enough to weigh the bag down, the wind caught it AGAIN and it tore off down the beach again, leaving me no choice to tear off after it. And now the same people who were clapping and singing my praises were now *laughing and pointing* at me for being the goofball sprinting after the same paper bag she'd fought so hard to wrangle only moments before. At a certain point, I actually tried to chuck the rock that was still in my hand, thinking my aim was actually good enough to snare the bag with it. LOL. Anyway, I ultimately caught it on some other rocks another hundred yards away. I think I got my exercise for the day. Or maybe I was just flushed from blushing so hard.
The marine biologist told my husband there's usually no hope of catching a flying piece of litter when the wind's up like that.
Happy Earth Day, everyone! :PEdited by amylahminute - 4/20/13 at 5:38pm