Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Just beachy

It was chilly and windy, but brilliantly sunny and beautiful at the beach on St. Simons Island during our visit. Here's a photolog of our many trips two blocks down Eleventh Street to the golden strand.

Is Cady Gray more excited about going to the beach, or being with her Papa?

Sorry, Papa, I think it's the beach.

The beach inspires frenzied dancing ...

... and running in circles.

Archer shared his non-eco-friendly "dune avalanche" game with his sister.

And he even tried his hand at Frisbie (actually the Aerobie Super Disk).

The beach is even better when you share it with your cool aunt and cousin.

Writing your name in the sand: a beach tradition.

The beach access path forms a magical tunnel enclosed by trees, inspiring contemplative thoughts.

This morning, Archer's cool teenage cousin -- an accomplished cross-country runner -- took him for a jog on a very blustery beach.

Archer kept going (and kept up a running commentary) for a couple of miles, despite the fierce headwind.

Master and pupil.

Everybody joined in for the home stretch.

A new generation follows in our footsteps.

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