This week the boys started football practice with the voluntary conditioning camp, and real practice starts next week. So this weekend, to unwind, we headed to Hampton Beach and met the Mulvaneys there. We packed light, with only three chairs, a cooler, three tote bags, and two boogie boards. Parking was a breeze as we found a lot six miles away that had spots and also didn't ask for the first born as payment.
Anyway, we found a spot among the 400,000 people there. The brilliant state also picked summer to renovate the half shell, so a good portion of the beach was closed off.
The boys had fun with Thomas and Julia in the water, but holy crap, it was cold. The kind of cold that polar bears would avoid. (I had another metaphor in mind, but Nancy was so upset about the last post and the Dave issue, I figured I had to keep it clean.)
Later on, Tom took all the kids to the water slide while Nancy and I hung on the beach reading books and making fun of as many people as we could, like the middle eastern clan of forty that huddled together under a quick shade tent. They brought lunch, with the oldest woman carrying the heaviest item....a crock pot filled with Allah knows what. Then there were the two latino women who brought what we assumed was the daughter of one of them; except the little girl was as white as Casper. ahhh, good times!
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