travel diary : Beachy Keen.On this radiant Sunday Funday, being the weekend warriors that we are, we headed out for a scavenge hunt on a peaceful beach in Charles Daley Park on Lake Ontario. We walked up and down it's shores in search of drift wood and smooth stones, maybe some sea glass for the old witch hiding inside me, or the small child in me. Still in absolute awe of nature and a sucker for a serene landscape. Bandit trudged about peeing on every log, stump and uplifted root system he could find. The water and the air were brisk but that didn't stop him from running through the little waves coming into shore. Such an adventurer. It was such a perfectly clear day we could see the Toronto skyline across the lake. We sat and watched the waves roll in and a fishing boat saunter about looking for a spot for a while. Bandit the Mama's boy he is, had to sit in my lap for it. Little over the shoulder kisses. I forgot my backpack so I was left stuffing sticks and rocks into my pockets, looking like a crazy person I'm sure. At one point I had to stuff Bandit's Tee into my pocket as well. It's cute but not practical, it occasionally falls down his neck and over his shoulders to the point where the lower hem falls over his little man. He then pees in it. We need to re-hem it for him. I keep forgetting. I always learn the hard way. So he eventually ran free and naked all over the place. Maybe rolled and dragged himself through some mud and grass. There's no such thing as a dog walk/hike that he comes away from clean. Neither does my SUV. Oh well. Just look at that smile! Totally worth the sand in my seats. - N & B shop this postTRavel PlaylistOn repeat!
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