One of our beach traditions is to go to Jockey's Ridge and run around and fly kites and roll in the sand and be silly. This year was no exception, although we didn't get there until Thursday. We missed the heat of the day and played in the evening when the sand wasn't burning hot.
My handsome man, in his new YELLOW swim trunks.
Going...
Going...
Gone.
Time to go home.
It was windy enough that the kites really flew, but that also means it's windy enough to really toss sand into the faces of short people.
Bye-bye, beautiful dunes. See you next summer!
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