Visiting Meyer’s Beach

What I like best about the beach is that there is always room for everyone to spread out and go their own directions.  This is especially helpful when everyone has been cooped up in the car for a bit.  On our way back from Bayfield last Saturday the kidlets asked if we could go to one of the wonderful sand beaches on the national lakeshore.  There was still light left in the day, and nothing that we really needed to be home for by any certain time, so we happily agreed to stop at Meyer’s Beach.  We hadn’t been to this spacious beach before.

The sand was like powdered sugar:  completely amazing.  It felt so very good on our toes.  We left all of our shoes at the bottom of the wooden steps on our way down to the beach from the parking lot.  As soon as he hit the sand, Mr. Trouble on Feet headed directly to the water and promptly sat in it.  We abandoned his pants on the sand until it was time to go.  Sandcastles were built.  Little and big toes did lots of tromping through the sand.  Mr. SP had a few sword fights with imaginary goblins.  The Banana did all sorts of writing in the sand with a stick.  Mr. Trouble on Feet tromped and tromped in and out of the water, up and down the sand bank.  The big kids rolled down the sandy slopes, and YaYa ran on the packed sand right near the water’s edge.

Best of all was the lengthy pretend play game that The Banana and Mr. SP made up.  They were both big cats leaping, roaring and pouncing on the sand, and they attacked each other repeatedly as they moved through “levels” of their cat fight video game.  Not that they’ve played all that many video games, which made it even more hilarious to me.  All the rules were arbitrary, of course, and changed on a whim.  Who am I to complain about two kids using their imagination to invent video games on the beach, far. far from any kind of electronic device?  It’s way better than the real thing, if you ask me.