Sun On A BEACH!

Beach or mountains? Which do you prefer? Why?

It would be the beach for me – no matter when, where or with whom.

Don’t get me wrong, camping in the mountains is cool, but I’m not a camper or a hiker. Besides, the hazards associated with sleeping around those wild animals is not appealing to me in the least.

I’m not a fan of warm weather either, let alone hot. But I do love the beach.  I’ve gone with family, groups of friends for bonfires, or just with my date, making love long after midnight…

…and without the fear of getting bear claw marks on my butt cheeks.

But yes, there’s something to be said about the intimacy of serenading with my sax or classical guitar by the warmth of a fire as the sun calls it a day.

Yeah, it was probably a good thing that I didn’t learn to play guitar when I was single. I got into enough trouble playing sax.

Sunsets on the beach are breathtaking. Watching the glow of the sun fade into the clear, watery blue horizon is like the soundless dousing of a match in a swimming pool.

In 2007, I experienced my first sunrise in West Palm Beach, where our hotel stood right there on the sand. I had the good fortunate of being sent there by my company, so you know I wasn’t going to miss that event.

I only wish I had something better than the point-and-shoot cameras from back then. Here are three of the many shots I took, beginning before the sun rose. Oh well, next time…

On the beach, I can alternate between volleyball and sandcastles on the sand or boating and swimming in the ocean.

I’ve even gone kite flying.

And of course, there’s the traditional human pyramid.

Even the childhood memories were beautiful because I can remember our parents stopping at Dairy Queen or White Castle on the way home from Lake Michigan. It smelled of dead fish and wasn’t the largest, but it was our beach.

So if you subscribe to Mother Mountain, that’s fine. Do you. Be safe and be prepared.

Me? I’m a real son of a beach.