Okay I know that's an incredibly stupid comment since we live..you know..on the ocean. It's always windy or at least breezy. But it was like an "It's a twister Aunty Em!" kind of windy today.
I hate the wind here. Anything cool to do is outside and on blustery days, the wind refrains us from doing cool things if it's below 85 degree. Today was like Windiest Day Ever and that didn't make the 55 degrees very pleasant.
But since my mom is leaving here on Saturday, we couldn't wait for the 2910101 mph winds to die down, so we had to man up, tie our hair back and face it.
I wanted to take her to the Cape May lighthouse today. It's right on the edge of the cape, really pretty surroundings, panoramic view of the ocean etc. You pay an exorbitant amount of money to get the privilege to climb the old lighthouse and get up on the top observation tower and literally be able to say "hey, I can see my house!" Screw the stupid wind, all it means is if I spit off the top it'll go to Delaware.
We packed up the kids and drove over to the lighthouse, but apparently the tours close at 3pm. It was 3:08pm.
Shit!
So, we made an impromptu decision to go to the private Coast Guard "LSU" beach on the other side of town. My mom wanted to see it and though we had planned on going tomorrow when the wind was down to a reasonable 500mph winds, but hey, we were already in the car, dressed down, and even had sand buckets and shovels in the trunk. What the hell, let's go to the beach and get flying sand in my eyes (and every other orifice imaginable. Sand on a windy day is no joke).
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| See the lighter color swirls of sand? That's sand moving super fast due to the wind. Right into that surfer. |
The boys loved the last minute beach trip, regardless of the cold wind and the sand flying through the air. Calen went to work digging holes and making sand castles and Cam went to work eating every seashell and grain of sand in sight.
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| Gramma and her boys found something cool in the sand |
We didn't last long. It was like sitting in front of a humongous box fan and some jerk continuously pouring bucket after bucket of sand directly into the propeller blades on full blast. We were covered in sand and the water was too cold to play, so we decided to call it a day. Calen was devastated that we were leaving and didn't seem to care that his brother was turning into the next Ripley's Believe It Or Not sand creature.
But, the wind made for some cool pictures. And in the end, pictures are all that matter, right?
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| Wind on the sand and the grass |
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