It was a beautiful day, and we went pretty early in the morning, when it was not yet too hot.
Quinn and her pals (ages 3 and 5) spent most of their time digging and playing in the sand.
But Quinn eventually decided she wanted to "swim," so off they ventured.
It turns out that "swmming" meant sitting on Daddy's lap in very shallow water.
Sadly, even this was not enough caution to prevent the ocean from attacking her-- this one is after the Big Wave that very rudely got water and sand up her nose.
We hung out in a sweet little restaurant with shade and bathrooms. Tim caught the elusive Laura Jean on camera.
There were a number of beach-side restaurants to choose from. All in all, it was an idyllic day.