Living at the beach

Fifteen minutes. I timed it. That's how long it takes for us to drive to our favorite beach.

Sections of rock, sections of sand - lots of beauty

Zack and I have never been the kind of folks who live for the beach. We don't look forward to endless hours laying in the sand. It's just not our thing. A short trip to the beach and we're happy, and ready to move on.

And yet, if you pay for a beach vacation, and take the time to drive several hours to the beach (as was always the case when we lived in Georgia), then there is a sense of obligation. You feel like you need to spend a lot of time there.

But ah, the beautiful thing about living in a beach town: it's quite easy to spend an hour on the beach and not feel like it was a waste of effort.

We're learning to keep a few things close to the door (beach towels, sunscreen, beach toys), a few things on hand in the kitchen (lomper, sprøstekt løk, pølse, chips, snacks, engangsgrill), and a few things in the car (fishing net, picnic blanket).

William & an engangsgrill (one-use grill)

So if the mood hits and the weather and schedule come allow, we can be ready to go at the drop of a hat.

And if we get there and decide were bored after an hour, it's no big deal!

The one major drawback? Sand. Everywhere. But I guess I can live with it.