Okay, well I suppose I've made you wait long enough to see a little evidence of our grand adventures with our visitors from the great North. These visitors are BIG fans of the beach life, so we hauled them off three hours south to see some nice white sandy beaches. We hunkered down for a few days and spent every moment we could camped out on the beach.
The holiday pad. Beauty inside, but kinda shabby on the outside. And a little tilted?
Although it's possible I'm the tilted one and the house is perfectly straight. Guess we'll never know.
View from the indoors. So nice and peaceful, right? Not pictured here however, is a crazy
brother in law swinging from the rafters 'cause he couldn't wait to get outside. (Absolutely TRUE story)
Literally a hop, skip and a jump away (really... I watched Wes do it) from the
holiday pad was a cute little beach.
And here it is. I wish I knew what the name of this beach was, but I think I will
just go ahead and call it "A River Runs Through It." Catchy, hey?
Janay may or may not kill me for posting a picture of her without any permission whatsoever,
but I had no choice! Everyone in Canada is desperate for proof of life!!!
I bet you didn't know this, but going to the beach is extremely difficult work.
For example, you have to stop every so often to examine/identify strange creatures.
And then of course you have to be digging up all that SAND!
Drawing pictures in the sand with a stick is essential.
And burying your daughter up to her neck just goes without saying.
Wading out into the deep to collect shark poop with your brother
is one of the more interesting jobs to be done. (Dark shape off to Conner's
left would be the shark of course)
And then of course you must race your brother to the shore, making sure not
to drop that shark poop! (fine, not shark poop... just piles of sand).
And last, but certainly NOT least... you've got to indulge yourself with
a little romantic walk along the beach. Awww... ain't love grand?