Up to his neck in it

Today Frost received his wish to be buried up to his neck in sand. For some reason this was an idea he has been nurturing for a while. We went for a short hike through the Sitke Spruce forest of Oswald West State Forest down to Sand Cove beach. It was another brilliantly blue-skied day with a hot sun and a cool breeze.

The cove is very popular with surfers and boogy-boarders and I enjoyed peaking at the hot bods and trendy gear of the sub-culture while shepherding Wren and Frost around the beach. Wren was afraid of seagulls (which he calls "eagles"). He kept yelling out "EAGLE!" and running towards my safety crying when seagulls landed nearby to beg for scraps.

Frost loves being in the water, no matter how cold, and waded and splashed in both river and surf despite the icy temperatures and cold wind. He deeply appreciated his fleece when it was time to walk home.

Anyway, here is the picture of Frost being buried in the sand and Wren enjoying the chance to drop sand in his face without retaliation.