Over our adult years, our weekends at the beach have been few and far between. We don’t happen to have a retreat at the shore, so our stays overlooking the waves have always been something of a group effort in a large, rented condo – you bring your gang, we’ll bring ours, we’ll split all the costs and rotate the role of dinner chef.
We tried to help each other limit the tanning to medium-well. You might call each oceanside adventure a controlled burn.
One time, my Muse went along for the ride, and I awoke the second night to a verse that I managed to keep intact until I could write it down in the morning. Reciting it over breakfast, I was greeted with a gratifying response; I saved it. It’s now among my souvenirs.
Had a wonderful time. Go back there with us now:
Beach Front Sojourn
We divvied up the kitchen chores
Then roasted in the sun
We baby-sat the kids in shifts
And catnapped one by one
We shared the golden moments
Then danced when the moon was hung
But best of all, that holiday
We took turns being young.
– July 11, 1995, Monterey Dunes