find your beach

This morning, Ry and I set off on high adventure to a secret beach, accessible only by an out-of-control 4WD dirt road.  Right now you're thinking, "don't they drive a beater Subaru?", and trust me, I was thinking the same thing.  Nevertheless, Ryan Indiana Prater took off down the treacherous road while I covered my eyes and peaked only occasionally to count fifteen telephone poles, as our secret beach was across from pole #196, the fifteenth pole after we hit dirt.  

We drove to the end of the Farrington Highway (930), then continued an additional 1.5 miles down the dirt road

The stressful off-roading experience and subsequent anxiety attack became well worth it once we hit the beach with all our gear!  We had the entire beach and cove to ourselves for the entire afternoon-not a soul in sight.  The water was filled with mainly rocks and coral, which was perfect for Ry so he could spear fish all day.  The sand was really course and gritty, and made up mostly of smashed up sea shells and rocks polished by the ocean, so I spent the afternoon as a geologist, picking through all the sand for the prettiest rocks and shells.  I was also able to get a short snooze in!  In between, we snacked on our picnic lunch, made up primarily of ice cold Diet Cokes.  

The areas to both sides of our little cove were full of exploration galore!  We set off to explore the tide pools, and walk on the flat limestone that the waves were crashing on. 

We ended the day with a kiss!

We found our beach.