Beach

I think that my favorite time to visit the shore is in September.  The crowds are gone and it's warm but not too hot.  

We we fortunate to find a particularly deserted beach.   Which makes for great shell hunting.

Owen quickly overcame any lingering fear of the waves and played at their edge for hours and hours.  Although the presence of someone bigger was still desired at all times.  

After all, it's not as much fun to play a game of "sandpiper chases the waves" unless there is someone there to scream and run with you.

Everly was much more content to ride on shoulders or be slung on a hip for long walks up and down the sand... 

...eventually to settle down in a shallow tide-pool for a game of 'pick up shells'.

Little boy footprint - so happy on the sand.