Da-a-a-d!

I got off the bike trail to ride to Crosby Lane Beach in Brewster.  Actually, I did it twice, 

once at low tide and later at high tide.  The beach was packed both times on a hot day.

I like bayside beaches at low tide.  The departed tide leaves warm, shallow pools
with wiggling marine life.  Boats are left high and dry until the next tide comes  in.

This three-legged dad carried a grumpy child who was suffering from an excess of beach fun.

On the second visit to the beach, the tide had floated the boats and provided more water

 for swimming and splashing.

This dad was spinning the girls in circles and provoking the "oh, dad!" squeals I remember so well.

I hope I am around long enough to spin new granddaughter Willa and 

generate some of those happy giggles.

And, beachgoers, like cyclists, must fit ice cream into their plans.