Hannah I talked about it a while in advance, but we didn't nail down any plans until about an hour before we left. So we threw our stuff together and headed off the the Chesapeake Bay, about 45 minutes from our house.
We ate a little lunch
And played in the (HOT) sand
Bria even sat in a custom-dug chair, crafted by Rob
The weather was gross. Oppressively hot and humid, with neither shade nor breeze to be found. And the water was warm. I still had a lovely time-- even though it's apparently jellyfish season. We began a little jellyfish graveyard that morphed into a rather large one as we fished jellyfish after jellyfish out of the water with sticks (and some crab shells too)
And then, Sam, Rob, and Bria were out in the wonderfully shallow water when Sam spotted a jellyfish perilously close to where Bria was crawling. As he went to grab her, he got stung.
Now, despite what you may have heard about how to treat jellyfish stings, the best treatment we found was rinsing the area with rubbing alcohol.
We were just so relieved it wasn't Bria who got stung. Eventually we just avoided the water, because there were jellyfish at every turn. But, you know, the water is only half the fun of going to the beach! So . . . let's hear it for sand!
2 comments:
Ouch! Does it hurt really bad? One summer my family went out to Maryland to visit my grandparents and we went sailing in the Chesapeake Bay and I was terrified I was going to fall in because the water was absolutely swarming with jellyfish. You could see them everywhere. Crazy.
I hope it doesn't hurt too bad!
Haha, that reminds me so much of one spring break in Mexico with all of my extended family. The year of The Attack of the Killer Jelly Fish. All the cousins scooping jelly fish into buckets and burring them in the sand...resulting in many a sting. Not me, thankfully!
Anyway, so sorry about the injury! :)
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