Sandday

For you, it may be Sunday. For me, Sandday. I camped on a beach for almost a week and brought home half of Florida.

So much for life on the beach. This is amazing stuff. It gets into every crack, crevice and crease of absolutely everything. I’m hosing and hosing and still finding grit.

And then there’s sand’s evil twin, salt. From paddling days in ocean spray, my clothing is stiff with it. You can’t see it but, rest assured, it’s there.

I’ll gladly pay the price. I no longer think I’d enjoy it as a permanent lifestyle, but it’s tough to beat for a cold weather retreat.

Happy Sandday to me and my fellow travelers.