Last weekend we went to the beach. Most of it came home with us.
There might still be some beach there, if you go look. Maybe they dump it out of the vacuum cleaners at the beach houses and recycle it.
We did not bring all the seaweed home. Or all the dead crabs. Each sand dollar contained a dollar's worth of sand.
Some of us liked the surf. Others preferred to stay as far away from the waves as possible, preferably under a large and sturdy log.
Nobody got sunburned and we never got around to roasting marshmallows. We ate way too many cookies, though.
It was most fun. (Except for the speeding ticket. For going 40. That's just wrong.) Credits for the pictures go to other people, since as usual, I forgot my camera.