I totally needed the beach day yesterday, and now I am missing the beach something fierce. It is one of those things that it gets in your blood and is a part of you if you have spent time there since you were little. The sound of the ocean, the first sight of the beach, the way the air smells. It is the salty sea air mixed with the smell of campfires, and it calls my name. The way the sand feels between my toes, and the cold first wade in the North Pacific Ocean. Having sand fights with friends, and getting sand in places I’d rather not mention. The way my clothes smell after a day at the beach and a summer evening campfire. Having to laundry because my clothes got all sandy, partially wet and salty. Taking another shower after a long day of being out in the fresh air and getting covered in sand, and sleeping well at night because of a day filled of salty sea and smoky campfire air and having had a boat load of fun on the beach. This is just part of why I love the beach.
One of the things I was thinking about yesterday while sitting on the beach, is how I would love to live in a coastal town, so, especially in the summer, if/when I got married and had kids the hubby and I could load up the kids after dinner and take them down to the beach until it was time to load them back up and take them home to give them a bath and put them to bed.
Since I was in college I have become more attached to the Oregon Coast with each passing year.