The nice thing about living within a short drive of the lake is that when we decide it's time to go swimming, we can hop in the car and go. We did the low-stress beach visit last night at dinnertime, bringing nothing but our towels and a couple of sand pails and shovels. We didn't even bring snacks or drinks, which made a much lighter load of stuff to schlep down the cliff from the parking lot.
You can tell we had a lot of company on the beach at 6pm ...
We dug a low-stress hole for Liza to stand in ...
... and let the wall-shaped sand toy do most of the work on our low-stress castles ...
... and we waded out so far the water was lapping at my crotch (you're welcome for that mental picture), and not only was the kid not freaking out about being up to her neck in the lake, she was swimming. Without me holding on. Like, swimming toward shore for 20 feet before she put her feet down, giggling hysterically every time she bobbed with the waves.
Yep, she's ready for her visit with Jason to Mom-Mom and the real beach next weekend.
1 comment:
How's the water temperature in the lake in the frigid northlands?
Or is that why you wading stopped at the crotch line?
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