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|
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)|
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.