Breaking in the beach

Today I ventured out early with three of my good friends from home. All of us are blissfully unemployed, amidst in varying degrees of grad-school, job-hunting and undergrad. The other night I was out with my friend Lauren, who has just embarked on her first MBA class tonight, and we decided that this summer we'd create a bucket list of things that we want to do.

First on that list was to trek out at 9:30 this morning to Crane's Beach in Ipswich Mass. I'm kicking myself for forgetting my camera- it was a spectacular day. As the four of us crossed over the wood pedestrian bridge, I knew that we were not in any kind of competition for peace, quiet, and sand space. Just a morning crew of moms and young kids, but even they were few and far between.

A long stretch of low-tide beach invoked conversations about current relationships, ideologies (Danielle's business transaction analogy comes to mind), and catching up on Grey's Anatomy, hometown, and current event drama.

I should have known that my one-time application of Neutrogena SPF 30 wasn't enough... The entire front of my body is healthy tomato red. Ahh. The smell of Aloe brings back such sweet (and painful!) memories...