We found ourselves at Horseneck Beach in Westport, MA. Not a bad place to find oneself.
That's Mark, the right-most person. Frances is standing in front of him, but she's hard to see.
Chandler's a runner, like her big sister. Look at those 18 month old legs go.
"C'mon, mom. Stop taking pictures and let's go."
"Dad, help! I've got sand on my feet."
(All those rocks came home with us, of course, because we don't have enough rocks and pebbles around the house already.)
About 10 minutes after we got there, the sky looked decidedly like this:
And then it poured. It was our shortest beach trip ever, but we'll be back.
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