Why Don't We Do This More Often?

That is the question we were asking ourselves as last weekend as we sat on the beach, the wind teasing our hair and flickering the flames of the fire. Our campsite was very picturesque. We had arrived at the beach site half an hour before sunset. As we followed Svika, Darren's friend from the IDF, into the sand and down the beach, the tires started spinning, and our car swung slowly back and forth. Unable to make much progress in the deep sand, we stopped and, under Svika's instruction, let out a minute's worth of air from each tire. It seemed like a lot of air to me, but we obediently finished our task and climbed back into the suburban. And off we went. The slightly flattened tires gripped the sand, and we flew down the beach past the other dune buggies, slipp'n and slide'n a little for good measure. Once we got past the people and the other campsites, we pulled into a good looking spot of sand and started to unload.

The sea breeze, the surf, the flat bread pitas cooking over the fire - I'm not sure which part of camping was the best. Maybe the key element was just being away from the phone, a schedule, and cement walls. I opted not to sleep in the tent but made up my mat outside where I could listen to the surf and feel the breeze without the barrier of the tent walls. What a view to wake up to! (Kait, are you jealous of my cool, orange pants?)