The sun was bright, and there were no clouds in sight. (That rhymes ;)) It was a great day to go to the beach! Mom, Pops, and I hopped in the car, drove for about an hour, and finally we arrived.
Technically, we weren’t at the beach quite yet. We had to walk down a path for a little ways to get there. Now, there’s a beach path (to take you to the beach, hence the name) and a nature path (where that leads, you will find out later). The latter was nice and shady, with trees and an agreeable scenery. The former did indeed take us where we wanted to go, but alas, you had to walk on hot sand in a scorching sun to get there. Assumptive people that we are, we thought both paths would eventually take us to the beach, so we decided the shaded one would do just as well in getting there without too much of a delay and without killing us from heat.
So, we start down the trail, occasionally walking though spider webs, but no matter; we were in a cheerful mood. An hour later, we were…less cheery. Our feet were tired, and there was no longer co much shade on the trail. We were not getting to the beach any time soon. But then, what did we see, but a bike path! Of course, you had to leave the trail and walk a bit through the woods to get there, but maybe that would take us to the beach!
So, we start down the bike path, with no shade, but no matter; we were in a hopeful mood. Ten minutes later, we get to a fork in the road. The fifty cent question: Right, or Left? One had shade, one did not. Now, you’d probably think by now we had learned our lesson about these “shaded” paths. But no…we didn’t. We were hot, tired, sweaty, and we needed shade. Another five minutes later we see a man walking towards us. “Do you know, by chance, if this path takes us to the beach?”, we asked. “Well, you know when you got to that fork in road a little while back? Well you should have gone down the other path. That will take you to the beach.” We went back, and started down the right path.
Fifteen minutes later (yes, I was timing it, so stop your questions!), there’s nowhere left to go. Dead end. We sit there for a while wondering what to do. To get back to where we came from would take a long time, more than an hour. Now who wants to do that? None of us, that was for sure. We were pondering our choices (well, one choice really, which was going back) when suddenly [insert bell chiming here] we noticed…dundundun…WATER, in the distance! Of course, there was mass amounts of trees and shrubbery (“We want…a shrubbery!” [dramatic chord]), but thanks to the observant eyes of my mother, there was a path (“a path! a path!”) through the woods. It wasn’t much of a path, with many sticks and twigs to attack at our legs, but it was much better than walking an hour or more back to the beach trail we should have taken in the first place.
So we venture through this path hoping that once and for all, it will actually take us to the beach! Much to our delight, it did. We frolicked in the water, and played in the sand. Our mission: accomplished. Thus ends my beach adventure…