When we got to the condo, I watched the very littlest people...
...while everyone else unloaded the vehicles and carted everything up to the condo. Hello, down there!
And then while Andrew went grocery shopping, Grandpa and I took the kids to find the beach. Our condo boasted a "short walk" to the beach via an accessible boardwalk. We were a little surprised to find the boardwalk was nearly half a mile long! (I guessed a quarter of a mile earlier, but I measured it on Google Maps and it takes a full half mile to get from the beach to our condo, though the boardwalk is a bit shorter than that since we have to walk through the parking lot, which is large).
A half mile really isn't terrible...until you're carting babies and boogie boards and beach chairs and coolers to the beach. Then it starts feeling pretty long.
Later we'd discover (and make use of) a shuttle, but first we just walked out there.
It was rather late in the day, approaching sunset, so the kids weren't going to get in the water. They were just going to look at it. But knowing my children the way I know my children, I made the ones I can make do stuff get into their swimming suits and left the older kids to make their own choices. So, Alexander, Zoë, and Benjamin headed down to the beach in their swimming suits. Rachel and Miriam headed down fully clothed.
They all ended up soaking wet. Of course.
I loved the symmetry of this picture, with my, Rachel's, and Grandpa's long shadows angling toward the center of the picture and the light beams shooting off into the sky. That's Miriam and Zoë making their way across the little "tide pool"; the boys are already halfway to Morocco—if you look real close you can see them out in the ocean proper.
And here we've caught up with them:
I didn't bring any towels or anything since we were just doing a quick exploratory stroll: