My Cuh-rona!
My favorite thing about the beach is drinking outside. After visiting the Caribbean a couple of times, I don't like drinking rum drinks on American beaches. It seems like the wrong venue now. I still have a strong passion for the old kill devil, but it's not an East Coast beverage for me anymore. I went with beer.
I'd mentioned that I was getting back into beer again. I love me some Corona and the obligatory lime. It's a bit tough to take on the beach though... firstly because it's hard to keep sand out of the lime and also the beach patrols frown on glass bottles on the beach. Having stepped on a bottle cap before, I was very careful.
I had plans to read some fancy books and do some writing, but I did little of the former and none of the latter. I reread a couple of old college text books that drew my attention... The History of World War II and Political Philosophy.
I spent most of my time outside swimming in the ocean. I swam at least two hours a day, usually an hour in the morning and an hour in the afternoon. One afternoon I was feeling particularly aquatic and swam for four hours, coming out of the water twice... once to quickly chug a beer and once more to check out a jellyfish sting on my ankle.
The knee held up rather will in the ocean surf. I was able to squat and jump over waves with no real pain. The only issues I had were when leaving the ocean and walking through the surf, if a wave hit me in thigh deep water, the force would usually hit the back of my knee full force. Once it took me off my feet completely, but I was being cautious not to plant my feet in the sand so as not to wrench it.
I've already had several people comment on my lack of sun... I don't tan. It doesn't happen. I'll burn... quite readily. I go from pale to normal color. I have to show people the underside of my arm to prove it. My shoulders did get a tan, oddly. They also got three days of sunburn first.
Apparently, SPC 30 is not "kid climbing on your shoulders" proof.
More on that another time.