Perhaps it was the third afternoon of our stay that saw the most consistent beach times for all the different branches of the family. I know I was there for a bit of time and managed to take a good number of photos of many of the kids and some of the adults. Though upon reviewing photos of the whole week I'd say that I was not properly diligent in capturing any proof of J., Cuz K., Aunt L., Uncle E., myself, or G. and A. from the kid crew. Alas. In any case, on this particular day the waves weren't too overwhelming to look at and were generally okay once you were in....but there was a definite pull of rip going on. At one point I made my way via boogie board to the sand bar where I saw many others catching slightly bigger waves. It wasn't altogether easy to get ou there, and after catching a few good waves and then one that smashed me to the sandy floor, I decided it was time to go back to shore. This proved to be slightly more complicated than I expected and put a kibosh on my own interest in going that far out again. Dad stayed closer to shore, though he said he also had not an altogether easy time when it came to extricating himself from the sea.
looked more like this.