Things To Do While Camping When It's Too Cold To Swim

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 what they're doing...

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 sand dunes is really freaking hard

Realize 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...

...repeatedly

Build sand castles

Spend quality time with a book and some popcorn

by a campfire

Play games

 

(Not me, to be clear. Trying to learn cribbage always makes me wonder why people don't read more)

Snuggle a dog. For companionship AND warmth

Have a tomahawk-throwing contest, because what could go wrong? (Angus started kicking dirt around 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

Swim anyway

What I've Been Doing While I'm Not Blogging: Part Three

Driving downtown on a HOLIDAY MONDAY with Collette and our daughters.

Eve said "OMG, these tulips are so Amity and the white one is so Divergent"

*GASP* "And look inside, it's Dauntless!"

Looking at Parliament buildings.

And gargoyles.

Eve being freaked out by the Whispering Wall (although if I'd pointed out that her head was directly below a boob, it probably would have generated a similar expression)

Letting our daughters pose with statues of political figures...

...with increasing levels of disrespect.



Having fancy drinks in a perfectly shaded patio spot.



Eve was adamant that she didn't need help cutting her pizza. It was entertaining.

Then we had gelato and drove home along the canal. I had the dubious pleasure of hearing Jason Derulo's Talk Dirty song for the first time. I said "did he seriously just say 'your booty don't need explaining'?" Everyone assured me that he had. Collette said "I kind of feel like mine does, though - you know, something like 'I've had three kids, I can't stay away from ice cream'". Things devolved from there.