Journey to the Beach: Walking Around

It rained off and on the whole way to the beach. We saw a car that had run off a rural road and lots and lots of puddles.

Shane loves puddles.

Shane got his shoe wet shortly after we left the house on a walk.

In for a penny, in for a pound.

Shane loved my idea of puddle hunting. Ironic, because he had screamed and cried when I dragged him out the front door. 

I rated Awesome Dad until Shane screamed and cried when I made him go back home for dinner.

We quickly found a trail to walk along the golf course.

And puddles. Lots of puddles.

We were able to rehydrate with clean, non-puddle water (always a plus).

And there were wide open fields to run through. I'll say this about golf courses: well-maintained. I wasn't worried about ticks or chiggers. I could see all around Shane, so I didn't have to have him tethered to my side. I can still outrun him.

The bunnies could outrun Shane, too.

We saw a ton of rabbits. Shane wanted to chase them all. 

Mommy wasn't mad at us when we returned. I think we were both smiling to wide to kill! Ha!

Shane got a short bath made shorter from his joy at pulling up the plug.

I bet the whirlpools would have blown his mind if he'd ever let it fill. Patience is a virtue in short supply at three!