I just finished reading Nancy Eshelman‘s current column. In it, she surveys her family for reasons why the beach is better than the ‘burg. Most are good points and items I would have mentioned on my own, like the fact that you don’t have to wear shoes.
The summer that I lived at the beach I only wore shoes when I went to work, and not a minute more.
And it is fun to go in the ocean and get a tan. I love the sound of the waves crashing, particularly when a light sea mist cools your face.
I love that I get to read, uninterrupted, all day long.
My 3-mile walks to the Indian River Inlet and back are exercise, relaxation and sight-seeing all in one.
It is the only time of year you will catch me napping during daylight hours.
When I’m in Delaware, I prefer not to go out (I do that enough at home). I’d rather chill on the beach with a few cold Coronas and relax.
When I’m in Ocean City, they have real, available, clean cabs that one can take from Point A to Point B and then to C and D, too. Much better than Harrisburg.
They still have oldies radio stations.
Eating with a view of water. Why this is so good I can’t explain. But the ocean or the bay beats the pants off of the Susquehanna any day.
My mother always says (and yes, I know she did not originate it), “A bad day at the beach is better than a good day at work.” Because truly, what is a bad day at the beach? Rain? I think not. Go shopping. Eat at one of those spots you keep meaning to make it to. And walking on the beach after a storm, that is a unique sensation for the tootsies!