Bet that title caught your attention! 

Yesterday we took a road trip.  I know many people who don’t go very far in vehicles with young(ish) children because they have, well, young(ish) children.  Ours love road trips.  So off went.  We did have a destination, and in fact a goal, in mind.  We don’t have a dock, and had found an ad for some in Back Bay.  Yeah, it’s back there.  Behind St. George.  Along the ocean.  Beautiful and hidden it, is quaint and isolated.  Beautiful homes and run-down shacks dot the roadside, and we drew lots of stares in our Sprinter.  I’m sure it’s not every day a behemoth of a vehicle drives down the interwoven streets of Back Bay. 

So, we found the man selling the docks.  The kids picked flowers for me while Greg talked docks with the vendor.  Then we all got out, and oh my.  There was a perfect little beach!  We did some beach-combing and came home with a wonderful selection of treasures from the sea.  I’ve personally never seen so much sea glass on one small stretch of beach ever.  And we’ve done our fair share of beach-combing.  Anyway, we have sea anemones, clam and crab shells, lobster claws, and a whole lot of sea glass.  Perfect for display in a jar. 

And mange.  I keep forgetting to pass along a little story from this past Christmas.  Apparently, Mary failed in her attempts to keep the Baby Jesus away from sickly canines.  Although I have personally seen no reference to any dogs being present in the stable, it must have been so.  As far as Brett is concerned, Jesus could be found lying ”in the mange.”