Go on the Dunes walk.
Pose with your friends on top of a sand dune.
Embrace your friend warmly on top of a sand dune.
No wait, that's not it...
Okay, try to throw your friend OFF the sand dune.
...then drop him.
....and run away.
Climb a tree. On a dune.
Do bunny ears. On yourself. Because YOLO.
Sit your ass down because Collette says to sit your ass down until someone takes your picture. Possibly related: climbing up sand dunes is really freaking hard work.
Realize that you have no idea where the path is and begin to feel like a pack of exiled Egyptians with no manna in sight.
Find your way back to the parking lot with no small measure of relief and empty a good part of the dunes out of your shoes.
Go to the movies!
Photo bomb your daughter.
Build sand castles.
Spend time with a book and some popcorn.
..by a campfire.
(Not me. Trying to learn cribbage invariably makes me wonder why everyone doesn't just read more).
Snuggle a dog. For companionship AND warmth.
Have a tomahawk-throwing contest, because what could go wrong? (Angus started kicking dirt around first, saying "I need a mound".)
Have a nap.
Play volleyball without a net.
Collapse in hilarity watching the "how many teenagers does it take to set up a volleyball net" game.
Collapse in further hilarity upon realizing that, instead of volleyball, the teenagers are going to try to play badminton.
...in very high winds.
....which is really, really hard.