For weeks, my mother invited everyone she spoke with to visit us at the beach. The first night there, we arrived along with my father and step-mother, and my Uncle Tony. My dad and step-mom just stayed the night, but Tony stayed the week.
We grilled brats for dinner and found a great octopus kite in the storage closet downstairs.
After dinner, we all took a walk down to the end of the island, since it was pretty close. Here's Bastian walking on the dunes, illegally (it's a five hundred dollar fine). Oops. We promptly got him off.
Aleks drew in the sand.
All four of the boys' maternal grandparents. Left to Right: Grandma Cat, Grandpa Jim, Papa Logan, and Grandma Cathy.
Bastian with Papa Logan.
Papa: beach bum.
At the end of the island was an inlet with a terrible looking swell to the waves, perfect for dragging one down in the Under Toad. The water came up and formed tide pools.