On the 15th, National Acadian Day, I went to the beach with my friend Gail, of Jack the dog's fame. I have an amusing antecdote about our arrival.
We chose this secret beach because the tide was receding, it is sandy for swimming, yet the beach turns to rock to the left, which as rockhounds, is important for us.
The beach is private and we had to walk through mosquito-filled fields of grass and a bit of woodland to get there. I was hurrying very quickly, with Gail covered in fly dope, taking her time, stopping to smell the roses.
Just as I arrived through the woods at the beach, I encounter a man taking his pants off - then see a kayak hauled into the beach.
So much for private!
I had inertia with the mosquitos on my tail and couldn't slow down so of course, I startle the man with a, "Hey there!"
He turns around and quickly covers himself, just as I notice another kayak pulling up, this one containing a friend of mine. The first one does not know this until my smiling friend walks over and gives me a big, long time no see, hug. Gail is not yet here. I had truly been trying to beat those mosquitoes.
Because the stranger is standing there in his underwear and I thought he might be feeling uncomfortable, I whipped off my dress overhead (yes, wearing a bathing suit), and ran into the water saying, " Sure is hot. Time for a swim." Relieved, I think, they followed me, just before Gail arrives at the beach, totally astounded at the sight of three taking heads, only one of whom she knew.
After she joined us, my friend and I made the necessary introductions and had a lovely water visit until the fellows, sated with their cooling dip, went back out with their kayaks.
We didn't see another soul all afternoon.
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