It happened labor day weekend.
Ryan and I decided to walk to "Baby Island", instead of kayaking to Baby Island. And yes, Baby Island is a dinky little island which is occasionally covered with seal life. We saw no seal life. I bet we would have seen jumping seals if we had kayaked. Lame!
We began our long trek to Baby Island (its about 5 miles).
I thought it would be wise to walk barefoot. That was my first, of many, mistakes, because right as we were walking through my neighbors yard my foot steps directly into a big heaping pile of DOG DUNG! It was honestly a messy and truly stinky situation. That has to be the grossest feeling, to have dog poop between your toes. Come on now...Some dogs need to wear depends at all times. In order to wear down the dung, I began dancing in the grass hoping to release the poopsies. Then I sanded it down and hoped for a miracle.
We finally made it to the beach, which is honestly 50 feet away from my house. Oh how I get into trouble so close to home.
We find a mammoth Jellyfish on the shore. Ryan thinks it is dead...I think its just sleeping. It was a furry little pad of jello just sunbathing in the water. Ryan takes some pictures. I like how he brings his camera and takes hardly any pictures. That must change. It must must must!
All that went down was walking and more walking. I realized that I need my shoes to be on my feet right about now and not hung around my neck. I play the ignore Ryan game. Walking some more. I lose the ignore ryan game.
I thought it would be fun to give Ryan a big ole' hug on the sand (close to the water). As I am hugging him my leg starts to go down down down and gets stuck in the sand. Ryan goes down about half a foot and he jets away from me so fast! He didn't want to get his purdy shoes all wet. Too late for that! I am laying on the sand, with one leg in (about a foot deep). I am laughing uncontrollably. Ryan made an attempt to save me, but the quick sand was still fresh and DEEP. Well I guess you can't blame a guy for trying. I manage to get myself out and my pants are covered in sand patches. There are times like this where I wish I had extra everything.
What will we do now? I guess we must walk in our wet, sandy shoes, in search of a ride. Who honestly wants to walk 5 miles back home in soggy shoes? Not me. Baby Island Beach Club. I pretend to be a member, so we can find our way to Saratoga so my pops can pick us up. We survived!
Remember quick sand is a reality on my beach!
We finally made it to the beach, which is honestly 50 feet away from my house. Oh how I get into trouble so close to home.
We find a mammoth Jellyfish on the shore. Ryan thinks it is dead...I think its just sleeping. It was a furry little pad of jello just sunbathing in the water. Ryan takes some pictures. I like how he brings his camera and takes hardly any pictures. That must change. It must must must!
All that went down was walking and more walking. I realized that I need my shoes to be on my feet right about now and not hung around my neck. I play the ignore Ryan game. Walking some more. I lose the ignore ryan game.
I thought it would be fun to give Ryan a big ole' hug on the sand (close to the water). As I am hugging him my leg starts to go down down down and gets stuck in the sand. Ryan goes down about half a foot and he jets away from me so fast! He didn't want to get his purdy shoes all wet. Too late for that! I am laying on the sand, with one leg in (about a foot deep). I am laughing uncontrollably. Ryan made an attempt to save me, but the quick sand was still fresh and DEEP. Well I guess you can't blame a guy for trying. I manage to get myself out and my pants are covered in sand patches. There are times like this where I wish I had extra everything.
What will we do now? I guess we must walk in our wet, sandy shoes, in search of a ride. Who honestly wants to walk 5 miles back home in soggy shoes? Not me. Baby Island Beach Club. I pretend to be a member, so we can find our way to Saratoga so my pops can pick us up. We survived!
Remember quick sand is a reality on my beach!
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