Joel and I are up at dawn for a sunrise walk along the beach. It's low tide, so the hard-packed sand closer to the water is like walking on a sidewalk, and the wind is pushing us from behind making the stroll effortless. The crashing waves are not as dramatic as last night, but I still strain to hear Joel's voice as we talk over the nonstop rushing sound. The cloud cover is thick and blocking most of the sunlight, but I feel invigorated gliding along the ocean this time of the morning inhaling the fresh moist air. Turning around and walking back the other way proves a little more difficult with the wind now in our faces, and I have to turn my head to the side to keep the wind from whistling in my ears. Several other resort guests are also out taking advantage of the early morning--biking, jogging, and fishing. A little boy delights in digging seashells out of the sand, new parents leisurely push a stroller, and a man and his best friend are enjoying a game of fetch. As we walk inland back towards the hotel, I am amazed how quickly the sound of the waves and the wind diminish with each step away from the ocean. I am completely unaware until we get back, but I am covered with a thin dusting of sand from the minuscule particles blowing on the beach.
Bev, Brad, and I stay at the hotel while the rest of the family head over to the fitness center for some racquetball and basketball fun during a pretty good thunderstorm that rolled through the area. We are certainly having a wonderful time already, and so glad to be all together for the next part of the trip.
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