The kid, being a teenager and all, was a little grumpy about having to tag along with mom and dad. The dog, who usually whines every 15 minutes for a long sniff out an open window, was surprisingly quiet. Things changed once we got there, however.
We heard a Tarzan yell and looked up to see an old lady on the cliff above, waving at us. We waved back and she giggled.
Since surviving cancer and recovering from all his surgeries, Frank has started to Live. With a capital L. He no longer sits around the house on weekends but gets up and out, explores the Northwest, sees new things, and enjoys life. He is a different person today, compared to the old Frank from three years ago. Heck, he is a different Frank from the guy we all knew from two months ago. He looks truly happy now, too.
Did I mention I was wearing a knee brace through all of this hiking and driftwood climbing? I’m nursing a torn ACL (which happened on another exciting adventure here in the Northwest.) I’m sure my right knee would prefer I sit on the couch, but visiting the beach is much more fun. Besides, it’s a great excuse to not let the kid talk me into standing thigh deep in icy cold water on a dare. Ankle deep was cold enough, thank you very much.
The trick to getting onto the rocks was all in the timing. Wave after wave would surge up onto the sand around the rock and we’d have to wait until the water had receded before running across the wet sand to clamber onto the rock. Getting off the rock involved the same careful timing. Too soon and we would jump into forty degree water. Too late and the oncoming wave would swamp us as we crossed the sand, freezing our shin bones to the marrow.
It was at this point that the kid smiled.
She excitedly stated “This is a great beach!” and we all agreed it is one of our top 10 favorite beaches on the planet.