wakefield 03 2011 009

wakefield 03 2011 009 a photo by woodsrun on Flickr.

The ocean, of course. The waves are brown because they're filled with sand. Which will fill up the beach, we hope, so there will be a nice, wide beach for us this summer.

Mark is the Beach King. One year he bought each of us a beach chair (a must-have on RI beaches), with tags on each with our initials. They're pretty, very summery green, white and blue. White frames. We love them, and take them to the beach every t;ime we go. Some people put their chairs right in the water, at the edge. I've been known to do that, but I grew out of that habit I think.

Mark feels strongly that you should never crowd the people around you--leaving a polite amount of space between sites is crucial. He's right, of course, we've listened to far too many details of peoples' lives, marraiges, divorces, whining children, etc. Almost never is there a radio being played--this is the Town Beach, very family-oriented. Orientated, as some like to say. Anyway, last summer Mark was able to go to the beach every day and often scoped out a spot for us. We lay our towels (or, in his case, a big comforter) stretched out all around the chairs to mark our territory. It was a good beach summer, except for that yucky red seaweed that kept appearing. Weater was perfect, though. Water good temp. It was all good.