Beach Day

As we drove back from NH, Demi and decided to make our first trek to Duxbury Beach when we got home.  We quickly unloaded the car and repacked with beach gear.  We were all anxious to collect Gizmo from my brother's.  We missed her a lot while we were away.
     Caz decided he was done and just wanted to lay low.  So he agreed to work on some homework and read.     Since we just came back from over 72 hours of family time, I was OK with this arrangement.
     Cars were coming off the beach in droves as we came onto the beach.  Fine by me.  I would rather have more privacy and space.  Too many knuckleheads find their way to the beach these days.  We experience a record heat day, so it made sense the beach was packed today.  I heard the harbormaster was kicking people with expired stickers off in droves.
     Coco had packed the car with stuff, balls, buckets, bats, kites, rackets,  shovels, and bocce.  He had a grand plan to do it all.  We started with a sandcastle.  Or rather sand fiefdom.  We had a huge Camelot type palace with a moat.  But then we had the farming village and wharf as well.  It was a massive undertaking, with a time crunch.  The tide was coming in.  But we got it done.  And our medieval village stood for most of the time we were there.  Coco got in some beach tennis matches with both Mom and Dad.  We got the kite up, flying high. Gizmo was thrilled to be free and with the family.  Then Coco and I dared set foot in the water.  Crazy, I know.  But we dove it.  Not for long.  Just long enough to freeze the family jewels.  All in all, a successful day.  Welcome, beach season.  Looking forward to a long one this year.