Beach Baby

Sometimes we escape from our chores and run away.  Recently, we drove higher into the limestone hills.  We wound up the canyon against the flow of the milk-glass-green river filled with tourists.  We used to be a part of that crowd, floating along, tanning and laughing and drinking beers. 

Now, in pursuit of a more Beep-friendly environment, we wave to the tubers as we drive to the lake that feeds the river.  We have a carseat.  We need a beach. 

We are going to have fun together, make memories, and show our baby the wide world.  And she loves to go places; she wants to hang out in the sun, and swim, and try to eat the pebbles.