Beaches
Another day to give into what is before you – a child out of school on spring break and therefore, the beach. We drove to Pass Christian in Mississippi and along the way stopped at Dong Fuong bakery for Vietnamese sandwiches to bring as our picnic on Henderson Beach. For a nice change, someone else drove, and we took a circuitous route through the Irish Bayou, and then over the Rigolets to enter Mississippi from the backdoor or the bayou door. Along the way we saw camps that all had our names on them – a retreat, a place for respite, a fantasy place to leave your Winnebago and boat.
The beach was ours save for a group of kids who appeared to be immersed in some circular kumbaya a ways from us but then towards the afternoon the beer arrived and so innocence lost yet again. We instead made castles, swam in the copper colored water, ate our sandwiches and sticky rice and chilled and then got in the truck and drove home – everyone napping except (hopefully) the driver.
One hour a way and yet worlds apart.
