Sandballs and Seaweed
A Photo Diary
I took my nephew to La Jolla Shores for the day. He's the perfect age: old enough to entertain himself yet young enough to still listen and obey my rules. It was actually one of the nicest days I had all summer. Here's our tale of sandballs and seaweed.
We arrived at La Jolla Shores early (before 10 am) and got a parking spot without problem. We set our umbrella and beach towel and went about the business of digging the biggest hole ever. Well - he started to dig, I just laid back and listen to the crash of the waves and the cry of the seagulls.
As the day progressed, other beach goes began to set up tent around us. Some had very elaborate structures to protect themselves from the sun while others bared their bodies to the sun god. Along with these beach goers came along other kids and, my nephew soon established new friends.
These kids dug a hole that was over 3 feet deep - and that's not as easy as it sounds especially when you are using plastic shovels and buckets.
Someone started to make snow balls with sand (thus the term "sandballs"). This arsenal of sandballs soon protected a sandcastle. Then came along piles and piles of seaweed to make a forest around the castle. Their imaginations took over and it got very elaborate.
As the kids worked on their project, I watched the surfers and promised myself that I will get out there and try some surfing (one of these days). I watched the kayakers and promised that I will get out there and try some kayaking (one of these days). I watched the beautiful people frolicking in the water and promised myself that I'll go on a diet (one of these days).
At the beach, time slips by as smooth as velvet. We knew that hours had gone by because the shadows grew long and the tide started to come back in. The sand castle collapsed, the sand pit filled with water, and the seaweed washed back out into the ocean. It was as if were weren't there at all.
We packed our things and found a new location at the grassy area called Kellogg Park. After a bit of frisbee and a simple picnic dinner, my nephew and I watched the sun set over the Pacific Ocean. What a day: a day to remember and cherish; a day to reflect on how lucky we are to be in San Diego.