Dad parked at a diner called Pirate's Patio and we disembarked.
On the soft sand, we found a nice spot right by the water. Rebecca and I sunscreened-up , and for a few minutes I read my recently retrieved book (see blog post: First Full Day in Maine, for details) while the sunscreen dried. It was a fairly long process.
After my sunscreen dried, I saw some kids on the beach playing football. I asked if I could join in, and the next thing I know I was making a touchdown. It was a lot of fun.
At one point those kids were told they were leaving soon, so the game quickly died. :(
For the next few minutes, I met some people Rebecca had met and made a sand castle with them. Then they went to surf on boogie-boards and asked Rebecca to come too. She quickly followed.
Mom and I sat and talked, while Rebecca surfed the waves, jumping onto a boogie board as the wave comes over her, and then zooming towards the shore.
Rebecca, after a while, came over and asked me if I wanted to come. "Olivia, (her friend) has a boogie board you can use."
I agreed, and then went into the water, fixing the strap of the boogie board onto my hand. I then waded into the ice cold water, and minute by minute it got slightly less colder, until it was about mildish. A big wave came into our midst, and Olivia in her petite little voice screeched, "SURF!" I quickly turned over, and lay on my stomach, waiting for the wave to come. The next thing I know I'm being zoomed off to shore, Rebecca on my left and Olivia on my right. They were both screaming,"Ahh!"
The sensation I felt was soul-sourfing (yet another pun by Andrew the blogger) how the cold water frizzled up your back, and how the wave came down on you like a weight. Very fun.
I repeated this process many, many times: sometimes surfing the wave, sometimes jumping it. So much fun.
Mom called us in later, explaining us she was going to go to the sandwich shop across the street. She said that we couldn't get back in the water, and she told Rebecca to stay by me.
Then she left.
Rebecca played in the sand some more and I read my book. About ten to fifteen minutes past, until Mom came back with sub looking sandwiches. I ate mine with speed, it being SO good and I being SO hungry. When done, I chugged down the last bit of my water. Ahhh! This was life.
An hour later, Mom said Dad had parked and that she was going to meet him. We again stayed put.
Dad came back with Mom later trudging through the sand, looking like Bigfoot with a shot leg. If y'all don't already know, my dad is not a fan of the sand (as he later tells me).
I said hi to Dad, and Mom handed me a smoothie she bought for me. It was cranberry flavored andI LOVE CRANBERRIES! AND SMOOTHIES!
Dad said he wanted to investigate the pier, and I believe he just wanted to get out of the sand. We all put on our shoes, well except for Rebecca, and traveled east.
While Mom and Rebecca strode in the front, Dad and I stayed in the rear, talking. We talked of beaches and of sand. I enjoyed this time.
We then came under a big wooden dock (the pier) and saw people actually sitting under it. The pier was lifted up by several wooden poles, and the water crashed into them. A staircase lead up to the pier's top. At the top of the staircase I looked out and saw all the people on the beach, laying on the sand and swimming in the water. They looked like tiny little ants.
The piers top was actually covered by shops and cafes. Think of that! There were jewelry shops, picture booths, shirt and souvenir outlets, and a public restroom. Let me actually get to that part.
"I need to go to the restroom," I said when we sat down at a bench.
"I saw one over there, honey," She said as she pointed up the way we came. I walked over there (with Mom). As I was about to step in, a "not attractive" person, put her hand in front of the door saying, "50 cents!"
As she said that I sprung back. It was instinct, for if a person puts their hand out in front of a restroom, what are you gonna do?
"You okay? It's just my job. I didn't mean to scare you."
"It's 50 cents to use a public restroom on a pier?"
"As sure as I am alive."
I'm not sure you are alive, she looked like someone out of a horror flick, I thought. I asked Mom for 50 cents, and my request was given. I gave it to the lady. "You can go in," She said with a greedy smile.
Stupid!, I thought.
In the poorly kept up restroom (not worth even 10 cents). I talked to some people as I was waiting for the toilet about the weird lady and the stupid rule. Most of them had never heard of something like this before and had the same opinion I had.
Anyway, we later passed the carnival and all the beautiful shops by the beach. The rides looked awesome, although Dad was sure we wouldn't have time to do them. "You and Mom," while speaking to me, "need to go get all our stuff while Rebecca and I get the jeep and pull up."
Mom and I went down, got the stuff, and came back up (with the stuff, of course).
The jeep pulled up, and then, (after everything was in, including us) pulled off.
The night ended with the family and I having another dinner at Bayley's Cafe, and then seeing a cool juggling and fire breathing performance called TWO, featuring two jugglers. They were amazing. One was triple jointed and could fit through a a folding chair and then a tennis racket (by himself). The other could breath fire.
They were so good. How many chances do you get to see a man breath fire? Not many -(oh sorry! didn't mean to answer for you). Check them out on twoshow.com.
Anyway, the beach and campground were really fun that day.
50 cents to read this blog!(not really),
Andrew.
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