If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.

I had gone to Sandbanks Provincial Park before and had a miserable time.

I looked it up in the archives of this blog, to make sure.  Yeah, it was bad.  I found a post that was so depressing to me that I’m not even going to link back to it.   I wish I had written honestly, “This trip sucked.  Everything about it was a fucking ordeal.” Instead there was this resigned tone of just trying to be okay with my shitty life that kind of made me want to vomit.  I can hardly believe I’m the same person who wrote that post.

So when The Egyptian and I came up with the idea to take a day trip swimming at Sandbanks, it could have seemed a bit strange, but it didn’t.  The two experiences could only be night vs. day.

At Sandbanks you have a three beach options.  Two are long, stretches of sandy beach and the third is the arguably more geologically impressive, Dunes Beach.  Weird thing: I had this recollection of hating, like, really despising all the beaches except Dunes.  So we got there and we were itchy to get out of the car after three hours and through of series of events, ended up setting up on one of the “regular” beaches.

I basically thought, “Oh, great.”  But hey, you know what?  We swam and hung out on the beach for a few hours and that beach is perfectly lovely.  Like, really damn nice.  I guess the difference was the company.  Has to be.

I felt like I finally understood why people go to the beach.  I have never really felt comfortable on the beach because my skin is so susceptible to the sun.  I slathered on the sunscreen (and then, to be on the safe side, The Egyptian put on another layer), lay back on my towel and surrendered to the beach.  Amazing, the view.   Expansive sky and only sky –   no buildings anywhere in the periphery.   The sky, the gulls, the waves, the breeze, the sun soaking into every cell … okay, I get it.

Eventually, we checked out the Dunes beach, and it was also very fine.  We ate our picnic lunch and our picnic dinner. We thought The Egyptian’s thermos of tea was the best tea we’d ever tasted.  It turned out to be a touch too windy to keep my new enormous hat on my head and I didn’t even care that my face will be peeling in a couple days as a result.

Noticing she is happy.

“I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, ‘If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.'” – Kurt Vonnegut

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