We decided to take another trip to Jetty Island this week. This time, I made sure to take pictures of the seaside frolicking.
The water was at high tide. The wonderful thing about this place is that the shallow water — you can walk a good quarter mile off shore and the water will only come up to a child’s shoulders. It’s a giant wading pool.
Jeff, Ella, and Wim spent time floating on some driftwood logs, pretending they were “seaweed farmers” and pulled up big hanks of it to store in their “treasury,” a big pit previous beach visitor had dug in the sand.
Katie found a fort of driftwood to play in with a little girl just her age. They gave each other hugs goodbye as we rode the ferry home.
The best part of the trip is how self-sufficient the children were; they could pretty much play on their own without my interference. Which meant I got to sit in my beach chair and just reeeeeeeead all afternoon, stopping only to hand out the occasional sandwich, apple, or cosmic brownie.
I don’t know the last time I had such a pleasant, relaxing afternoon. And yes, on the way home everyone was so exhausted that a huge fight erupted between the children over the last cosmic brownie and I lost my temper, but I still wouldn’t trade the afternoon for anything.