Are you sick of my holiday photo’s yet? This blog is like your great-Aunties slide show … only worse, because this goes on for STINKIN’ days. Sheesh! You’d think I’d never seen an ocean or taken a vacation before.
Sorry! This beach was so fanfrickentastic, I HAVE to share. It wouldn’t be right not to.
It went on for miles and miles and miles. There wasn’t another soul to be seen. This is Yakan Pt. North Beach, Queen Charlotte Islands.
It wasn’t just deserted, because it’s remote location; it’s also part of an Indian Reserve that doesn’t allow trespassers. Unfortunately, we missed that BIG RED BOLD lettered sign directly in front of our parking spot, because Mr. MK and I were busy fighting (:( Sigh). Thankfully, we weren’t discovered and kicked off the beach. We felt pretty stupid, when we got back to the car though!
Apparently, it’s also the spot where Gilligan, the skipper et al. were stranded – HA. It makes for a pretty picture though.
The kids had a great time too! Due to the fact that it was only about 15c (60f). We went to the beached unprepared to swim. That didn’t last long! I think Lizzy is already down to her underwear in this picture.
The REAL fun started when some genius (psst. it’s the same guy who parked next to the NO TRESPASSING sign) decided to bury his son with 30lbs of wet sand. Remember, we have no swimsuits … no dry clothes. I have to say it, “HELLO McFLY”!
All’s well that ends well.