We started at the cottage they were renting, chatting while the kids finished up their pop and got sprayed against any bugs that had designs on biting them. Off we headed to the beach nearby, which was at the northern end of Sauble Beach, close to Sauble Falls. It was pretty deserted (understandably, considering it looked like it might pour at any second), so we pretty much had the place to ourselves. The kiddos began exploring, their doting grandparents following along and gamely playing in the shallows with them. Soon, dresses were hiked, pants rolled up and in some cases shorts and underwear doffed, and we got down to the business of playing and laughing and just having a darn good time! A dinglehopper was found and used to tame a few wayward hairs, sticks were hurled and sand was in every crevice. Perfection.
We slowly made our way to a bluff down the beach, picking up stones, making sand angles and climbing the rocky path up the hill, taking a few family portraits before deciding we better hustle to get ice cream. A stop at North Sauble Meats N’ More, with its glowing bait machine full of worms and typical cottage-country general store ambiance, found us with ice cream cones now being clutched in sand-coated hands that already held driftwood and other beach treasures.
Back to the cottage, where we rounded out the night with sparklers, dancing like zombie robots and licking the last few drops of melted ice cream. Once the last spark died, the kids were off to wash off the acquired grime and stickiness, no doubt leaving a sandy trail down the bath drain. Man, can’t summer last forever?
Thank Joel, Linnea + kiddos for giving me the chance to hang out for the night. I loved every. single. minute.