Off to the beach

It seemed appropriate to bring Jon to a beach on his first full day here. As our track record at Kua Bay continues pretty much unbroken we drove off under a deep blue sky and warm sun, Jon and his alabaster skin basking in the very un-Portlandesque weather.

The beach was not overly full and we found a short section of recently tide-cleared sand to stretch out on. Within minutes we splayed out, lathered with sun screen, our bodies audibly sighing as our muscles relaxed. Jon and his cameras soon jumped up to snap pictures in all directions of everything. As he giggled and traipsed across the sand, cameras around his neck, The C and I propped ourselves up to mover covertly take pictures. Of Jon. What's amazing is that his skin may have been paler than the white sand. In his defense Portland, OR is not know for sun, especially at this time of year so of course he had the Portland Tan. Still, I was amused.

When Corey's body decided it needed a break from the heat, it got up and plodded into the crashing waves. Jon and The C joined in the fun and for a while we let the waves pound the crap out of us until wave-tossed sand covered us completely. The C decided that she'd had enough and let a large wave tumble her up onto the sand. I laughed until a wave I'd not seen coming swopped me upside the head and left me spluttering. Jon continued to expound his amazement while we bobbed and bantered. Unfortunately, a sharp rock jutted up into J's foot, leaving a nice little gash and minor paranoia about infection. Thus, we retreated to the shore.

While Jon and I frolicked, The C plotted. For weeks 2 Santa hats lay dormant in the backseat of the Civic, ready for use as props for holiday cards. Now they came out. A simple blanket prone smiley shot would not suffice. Instead a Baywatch run up out of the water (hands held) with Jon running the camera and shouting out directions: "Lift your knees! Smile bigger! Don't drag her, slow down! Wait, is that a sea turtle? I'll be back!"

By now people began to notice our crew. Digging a hole in the sand big enough for 2 only aroused the interest of more people. The teenagers down the way fell down in mirth-laden piles at the cheesiness of our poses. Down in a hole, only our heads exposed, I took half a pb&j sammich up the side of my head but couldn't watch the little wanker run off because my Santa hat fell over my eyes. From the way Jon and The C reacted it was a funny sight.

Finally all memory cards filled and our photo shoot drew to a close. As our troop walked down the beach the crowds applauded our efforts and a purring voluptuous older lady commandeered Jon for a quick photo down in the water. As I watched her paw him I began to feel bad that we'd not left earlier-his paleness had been replaced by a shade of pink. But no, it was an all over body-blush.

Tomorrow we head to the Volcano.