As we ventured further along the beach to the river
we discovered the remains of an old wharf
at least that's what we thought it was.
The river is right there in front me Dad
can I go now?
OK, Mr. Orangie I have you in my sights!
At last, fulfillment and happiness
the 2 go hand in hand right?
A quick hole dig to bury Mr. O
only seems appropriate.
Back in for a swim as the river wends lazily down to the ocean.
Jim pulls up a stump from the driftwood pile
and plunks himself down
while I continue my hole to 'somewhere important'.
Always a lesson thrown in for good measure.
This is what I really wanted to show you !
Peeps paddle boarding at the end of the river
where the river and ocean waters meet.
They have a lot of chutzpah to paddle away out there
because the dangerous undertows and rip currents
have a reputation
with unpleasant results.
So with this knowledge firmly in place
I'll stay here in my little cove inlet and fetch Mr O
until the cows come home
until when we go home.