Pink Think: “Every time we walk along a beach some ancient urge disturbs us so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments or scavenging among seaweed and whitened timbers like the homesick refugees of a long war.” – Loren Eiseley
Photo from Aminet.
School’s almost out which means…
…beach days are coming!
Got a preview of it yesterday for Memorial Day. My family and I went boating at Willard Bay, in northern Utah. It has a little strip of beach, perfect for soccer and frisbee. I have fond memories of this beach. My husband and I went there before we married, and I remember the wonderful sensation of youth, no cares, sun on my skin, warm sand between my toes.
Yesterday, for the first time, shared the Willard beach experience with our three children. I watched my kids’ faces burnished gold by an afternoon of sun and fun. I thought I had never seen anything so beautiful.
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My new novel is set in the ocean.
I wish I could go to the Philippines and soak up the beach experience once again. But memories will have to suffice. And my imagination.
Beach days are coming!
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My favorite memory of the beach would have to be cooking steak and corn on the cob on the beach at Lake Powell, and feeling like time didn’t matter and who cared about going back to wearing street clothes, that was the life.
Or the time when my nephew and I snorkled across a Philippine bay teeming with an amazing array of coral life like barracudas (baby ones) and what I thought was a shark, to get to an islet luring me with a dreamy shed of turquoise blue.
What is YOUR favorite memory of the beach?
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