We went to the crystal clear, gently lapping waters of ... Lake Erie.
Laugh all you want, beach snobs. It was warm, perfect for wading and paddling about, you could see what you were stepping on, and there was hardly any trash on the beach that day. Take that, Jamaica, with your vast quantities of plastic spoons washing up on shore every day.
You know, if you go when it's 97F outside, you pretty much have the place to yourself.
Like the chess masters, Liza takes her castling very seriously.
Home base, or, as I call it, "The only reason I was willing to set foot on a beach when it's that hot outside." Shade of a giant tree 30 feet from the shoreline? Brilliant idea, nature!