Zack had never been on a boat, so he was a little nervous at first, but all it took was opening up those engines and he was hooked.
My father used to have a boat, and I'd forgotten how much I loved riding along, watching the wake, just letting my mind wander.
When we arrived at the beach, we joined up a bunch of other couples and their children. Apparently everyone shows up each weekend for fun and camaraderie.
Over time, the kids and dads had built a cool driftwood shelter...
The tide was extra-low, so there was a lot of opportunity for beach combing. I have a fondness for smooth little rocks that strike my fancy for no special reason, so I ended up with laden-down pockets. I even found a couple of pieces of sea glass.
I didn't have to worry about Zack very much -- he was in heaven. He got to go out in rides on a dinghy with an outboard motor, dig up and bury anyone's feet who would let him, and build any number of sand castles. He also tried his hand at fishing with a kid-sized fishing rod.
I wandered around the shoreline for a while, taking some pictures of the rough edges of the beach.
The day ended with a few small fireworks being set off , and then Zack's playmate's dad let Zack steer the boat almost the entire way home. He was ecstatic.
What a wonderful way to spend a 72° day in October!