Here's a little perspective of the awesomeness of that campground
|Looking south, and observing a curious game of catch with a medicine ball, with rigorous penalties enforced on anyone who dropped the ball. You'll be shocked to know that the guy who invented this game also happened to be our military sponsor.|
The water was warm and inviting, and the kids spent all the days frolicking in the surf. Please notice that at the threshold between sand and sea, there is a small corridor of smooth rocks that must be traversed to get into the water.
And then go back out to reveal them
|It was a mesmerizing cycle, 24 hours a day, the waves would come in and cover the rocks|
|Then the water would recede and leave the rocks behind|
Nestled right in between all of these ins and outs was a lovely interlude that I soon came to adore. For the brief moment when the trajectory of each wave met the resistance of land and was refracted back seaward, those smooth rocks would stir and mingle
|Like they were agitating in a washing machine|
and then grew still
My boy said that I smiled every time we heard it. We heard it after every wave, for three days, without ever leaving that campsite.
I can still hear it.
It's my new favorite sound.