Junior Outdoorsmen: White Trash Chapter

I keep forgetting to blog about an unforgettable adventure we had in April with our outdoorsy partners-in-crime, the AnthonyCarlos family. We carpooled in their family hoo-ride, named RICO, to another of our favorite state parks. Elk Neck State Park is in Maryland, but still not far from our house. And, on this particularly unseasonably warm day, we wanted to hit its beach.



Now, this is a fake beach. You do not see the Atlantic Ocean behind lovely young Miss Anna there. That is Chesapeake Bay. Perhaps this is why it never gets too crowded. Also, it is, shall we say, an "uncombed" beach. Lots of fish carcasses, sea glass (and not-yet-sea glass), and driftwood. And beer cans.

There were some park rangers out that day picking up trash, but with all the AHEM man-made debris, AnthonyCarlos's mommy and I thought we should rename it Whaaaat Tray-yash Beach. And because we were the only beach-goers there, we kept true to those roots. We let the kiddos swim in their clothes, stripping wet layers off and assembling driftwood stakes upon with to hang them to dry. You even can see our clothes-poles in the background behind the Jakester here:



My kids started off okay ...



... but the water was just too inviting -- warm and still. Isaac was completely unafraid and waded almost up to his chest over and over again. I wouldn't let Jakey go out that far, but he splashed around enough that he soon grumbled about his wet shirt. Oh well.



You can take the girl out of Indiana, but never Indiana out of the girl. Yeehaw!