Turtle Bay

We saw a turtle swimming out there, but didn't get a close look this day.

Poor Mr. T. He did not get to play in the sand very long. I figured he would try one mouthful of sand. I thought that would be enough for him to realize sand is not good to eat. But Mr. T wanted seconds. And he was mostly picking out the stones of perfect choking size. So soon we had to put him on a towel and keep him distracted with Ritz crackers. But those are his favorite.

Nobody got buried in the sand. But Schmoo at least got his legs covered.

Big Z liked exploring the rocky reef. Some parts were REALLY jagged. It made me nervous thinking about the number of stitches one fall could require. But both the boys were pretty fearless. And thankfully, except for some tiny scrapes, we all explored without injury.

The water was pretty cold, right MJ?