Tire tracks in the sand. In this case it’s the tracks of one of those big tractors that comb the sand each night for litter and leave the beach looking and feeling like freshly sifted flour.
Bossy loves to walk the tire tracks and feel the slight crispiness of its edges.
Reeb says
July 16, 2009 at 11:02 amlike.
MariaV says
July 16, 2009 at 11:46 amBossy is down right poetic.
Lizzy says
July 16, 2009 at 11:50 amWe like to think of the sand by the water as having the consistency of a Little Debbie’s Oatmeal Cream Pie.
Maria says
July 16, 2009 at 12:30 pmIs it just me on a diet, or is everything about FOOD?!
Liz says
July 16, 2009 at 12:52 pmMmmm this is one of my favorite things too!
For some reason, it’s much better on east coast sand and not so good on west coast sand. Which is too bad.
Cupcake Murphy says
July 16, 2009 at 8:20 pmOh my total. You mind reader you.
Ungirdled says
July 17, 2009 at 8:57 amI love the beach. I have never regretted a single minute spent there, no matter how lazy.