
I love the beach in the fall. The crowds are gone, along with the brutal summer heat.
It is usually still warm enough for wading around looking for minnows, hermit crabs, and other various sea creatures.
The adventurous types might even take a splashy jog through the water. Incase you're wondering, I'm not that brand of adventurous, something about the word "jog" just doesn't appeal to my adventure seeking (or any other) side.
If you are hot natured, or under 12 years of age you might even swim in October at the beach or at least have a seat and let the waters wash over your legs.
What is it about kids that makes them want to be covered in sand, or if that isn't available, plain ole dirt? The grands couldn't get enough of it last week.


They had Gran cover them, they covered each other, and then some even covered themselves.
There was always a hunt going on for some type of critter or treasure.

Meanwhile, at the beach house there was lots of baby lovin' going on with sweet little baby girls everywhere!