Before we could go swimming at the beach, we had to wait for a thunderstorm to pass. We took the long way to the beach because we didn’t know there was a more direct route from the RV. My dad and I went into the water up to my chin. The water wasn’t as cold as Lake Michigan; it was chilly, but enjoyable.
On our way back to the shore my dad was walking in a trench or something because I was taller than him. Once we got closer, we started stepping in some sand that was really soft, I got so deep I fell over(pic above). On our way back home, we took the shortcut which led us straight there.