It started innocently enough. After a glance at my fast expanding butt, I decided that I need to start doing something about it, so I walked down the beach from the Marriott to Half Moon Bay. When I came back, I mentioned to Jamie that the waves were bigger than those at North Frigate Bay or what is called "the wave beach" in our house. A small discussion ensued and then Jamie said, "Come with me." We walked down the beach about a quarter of a mile, noticing as we walked that the current weather patterns had eroded a lot of the sand on the beach and the tide seemed much higher. There is a small area about 20 feet wide where the rocks extend out into the ocean about 10 feet but when the waterline isnt as high, it is easy to walk through on the sand. And when we walked down the beach, it wasnt hard to see the rocks and step through them.We played in the waves for about half an hour and decided it was time to start back.
Well! The waterline had moved all the way up the beach and our path through the rocks was covered with crashing, churning water making it impossible to see and the water was too rough to walk into the ocean to go around them. Being the nurturing mother that I am, I tried to lead my 33 year old son through the danger...but it was impossible. We were stuck!
Jamie started yelling at the waves..a la Moses..."get back...move out..retreat!" Well of course, I started laughing and laughing....so hard that I nearly fell over and then we laughed some more. Everybody that knows me, knows what happened next...the same thing that has happened in a Buffalo mall and Simpsons at Cedarbrae...the same thing that has happened on our way in to a photograph studio in Ottawa (I am being generous there- lol)..well actually, the same thing that has happened everytime someone in my family has made me laugh.. in a million different places...only this time I couldnt cross my legs because I couldnt move my feet without stepping on a rock and being knocked over by the waves! The more Jamie implored the water, the harder we laughed. Finally, I couldnt hold it anymore, but now I was forced to play "water twister"! I had to get my waist under the water without falling over, but I couldnt move my feet out of their precarious position all the while...shaking with laughter!
Oblivious to what was happening behind him..my brave soldier then took one for the team and forged through the rocks further out into the ocean, past the rocks and led us to safety. As we walked about 250 yards up the beach back towards the Marriott we finally took notice that there were people laying on the beach watching us. And when we passed they actually clapped at the spectacle of our daring escape!
Little did they know! lol
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