We took Dwayne’s parents and his aunt and uncle out to see the cabin that we haven’t bought yet (we’re trying! A post about everything that has gone wrong will be written after we have the title.) We really wanted to go down to the beach today. “Walking down to the beach” is as much about the journey as the destination.
The trip starts with a stroll down a forest trail. It’s unnecessary to tell you that it’s beautiful.
When we got to the end of the trail,we have to leave a few of the party behind until they get their hips replaced. Again, think journey.
Dwayne counted about 150 steps like this.
Until you get to the bottom where the stairs have been washed away. Then there’s a few ropes to help you repel down to the not-too-rickety step ladder. Darlene was not thrilled with this. Uncle Del helped me down since I had a sleeping Wesley in a sling. 
But then we are on a beach that not only is private, but is a smidgeon difficult to get to. And, surprisingly, we are the only ones there.
Some one thoughtfully hung a rope swing.
