Waves crashing. Seagulls soaring. Sun baking. Me with my sand encrusted feet, lunging into the cool lake. There's nothing better for my heart and soul than a trip to the beach, you guys. Shhh! Don't tell, but when I get home, I don't even rinse off right away. The sand on my skin prolongs the experience.
I grew up in Northern NY. There was water everywhere. Summers were short and treasured. The beach was our entertainment and our solace. A summer without the beach was not just unheard of. It was a travesty! I literally lived for beach days.
Enter Colorado life. Don't get me wrong, you guys. I absolutely love it here. The mountains are breathtaking! Plus, there are some beaches. But they're man-made, crowded as all get out, have mind boggling weekend lines and there just aren't that many. Truth be told, there's really only one I like.
Know why I like it? White sand. Plus, it has a secret. There's a nice sandy beach there, aside from the highly trafficked swim beach that not many know about,. And if you think I'm blabbing about where it is or what it's called, you're nuts.
Anyway....
I'm just not myself in warm weather if I don't get to the beach on a regular basis. It touches my soul in a way I can't describe. So yesterday, when, after no beach all summer, my daughter and future son-in-law scooped me up and took me there, I was ecstatic.
I didn't even swim. Just did a little wading. Still, I came home cleansed, renewed and determined to enjoy the rest of my life. It's hard to put in words how much the beach does for me, mentally and physically. All I know is that I should never go without it for very long.
Which I had. I was way overdue.
The beach is not just my happy place. Its my refuge, my psychologist and my energy source. My essential needs are food, clothing, shelter and the beach. If only they were all in one place!
PS- Honestly, I could almost live without the others as long as I have the beach. Just not for very long. I'm OK with that. Getting old anyway. LOL
I grew up in Northern NY. There was water everywhere. Summers were short and treasured. The beach was our entertainment and our solace. A summer without the beach was not just unheard of. It was a travesty! I literally lived for beach days.
Enter Colorado life. Don't get me wrong, you guys. I absolutely love it here. The mountains are breathtaking! Plus, there are some beaches. But they're man-made, crowded as all get out, have mind boggling weekend lines and there just aren't that many. Truth be told, there's really only one I like.
Know why I like it? White sand. Plus, it has a secret. There's a nice sandy beach there, aside from the highly trafficked swim beach that not many know about,. And if you think I'm blabbing about where it is or what it's called, you're nuts.
Anyway....
I'm just not myself in warm weather if I don't get to the beach on a regular basis. It touches my soul in a way I can't describe. So yesterday, when, after no beach all summer, my daughter and future son-in-law scooped me up and took me there, I was ecstatic.
I didn't even swim. Just did a little wading. Still, I came home cleansed, renewed and determined to enjoy the rest of my life. It's hard to put in words how much the beach does for me, mentally and physically. All I know is that I should never go without it for very long.
Which I had. I was way overdue.
The beach is not just my happy place. Its my refuge, my psychologist and my energy source. My essential needs are food, clothing, shelter and the beach. If only they were all in one place!
PS- Honestly, I could almost live without the others as long as I have the beach. Just not for very long. I'm OK with that. Getting old anyway. LOL
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