Harry on the Beach
It was really lovely on the beach, by the way. We left at the crack of dawn (I think the "out the door time" was officially 6:55 a.m.) in order to get across the Bay Bridge before traffic backed up for hours. Even with light traffic it was a three or more hour drive, so by the time we had ourselves set up (and wow, we had quite a set up!) it was time for lunch...at least to our stomachs! Assatague State Park is our favorite beach--much quieter and wilder than most places on the Eastern Shore. Jason read, slept, played in the water a bit, did all the beachy sort of things. I, well, this picture pretty much captures it.
What this picture does NOT capture (thankfully) is the ugly, red, swollen souveniers I took home from the beach...in the form of my feet. Despite my best efforts at reapplying sunscreen and hiding under an umbrella (once the wind stopped blowing). My feet have never been so sunburnt, even during the infamous trip to Venezuela after college. I have basically been laying on the couch for two days, trying to get the swelling down so that I can stuff these pigs in shoes and go to work... It is quite pathetic. Still, the beach was worth the six hour drive and even toasted piggies, just to sit there with the wind and the waves...and the other five people around us also reading Harry Potter.