Destination: The Beach

Well, if it hasn't become obvious by now, our destination for this road trip has been the beach: this beach, that beach, any beach. We started at the beach on a warm fall day in Maine and we have taken any and every opportunity to shed our shoes, wiggle our toes in the warm sand and dip them in the cool waters. I think we have spent as many hours on some beach ~ any beach ~ as we have in the car.

I can't even imagine there being anything I enjoy more than a warm day at the beach. Don't get me wrong, there are lots of things I enjoy but beach time, ahhh. Just the thought of everything the beach has to offer: the warm sand, the cool surf, the smell of the salty air, the birds diving to catch fish, the people strolling or sunbathing, the children frolicking and the sound of the waves, whether gentle or crashing makes me very, very happy.

I took this next picture in Virginia Beach. Steve and I were - what else - strolling along the beach and we came upon these three individuals huddled together. They appeared to be praying and I tried very hard not to disturb them as we walked by; however, I couldn't resist capturing their intimate moment.

I just hope that whatever brought them together at this beach, whatever was intended for their "moment" was filled with happiness and rejoicing as opposed to pain and sorrow.

Most of the beaches we explored were fairly deserted; a few beach goers or fisherman here and there, but, for the most part, we found solitude.