As I Go Down to The River…

Committing to writing a blog post every single day has not been as easy as I thought it might be. Some days, the ideas flow right out and are more interesting than others. Today has not been one of those days.

Saturdays are for sleeping in and reclaiming all the energy lost during the week — or in my case, all the energy lost from a long Friday night. I had three beers over the course of the evening, and I’m not 23 anymore, so the next morning felt like I’d had twice as much. Early-30s hangovers make you wonder how alcohol was ever a part of your life and why you can’t commit to water in the same way. Needless to say, I had a slow day.

After finally getting around to having lunch around 3 p.m., I got a “what are you doing?” text from one of my friends who seemed to be having an equally slow day. What was I doing? Nothing, and it was time to rally. I took what I like to call a “Twitter nap.” This is where you mindlessly scroll through everyone’s 140 characters, not really reading any of them, and your brain essentially shuts off. Just me? Okay, maybe I’ll try regular naps soon.

Commence closing the laptop to find adventure.

And by adventure, I mean anything but the couch.

We decided to lean in to our sluggish day and find beach access at one of the local rivers. We weren’t picky, but there were some parameters. It had to be neat, not overrun by parents chasing little kids, and had to allow dogs. There wouldn’t be a dog joining this time, but I wanted to make sure I could visit with other doggos. If you didn’t already know, a dog playing fetch on the beach is living his best life and that’s something I want to be near.

Below is a picture of what we were able to find. Neat? Check. No little kids? Double check. Happy doggos? Triple check (although not pictured). I’m not going to tell you where this is because I’d like to keep all of those boxes checked — and it’s my favorite hideaway. It’s a great feeling when you’re able to turn around a day that didn’t start the way you wanted.


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