We went to the beach this past weekend.
It was a dirty beach…I wrote about that part of the experience yesterday…but it was a fun beach.
We had a good time.
On our second and final night at the shore, we walked down the beach to the big ferris wheel.
From our end of the beach, it looked pretty close.
It turned out to be a little farther than we expected.
When we finally got to it, and poked around a little on the boardwalk, we decided to walk back on the road.
The walk back on the road was somehow a little farther than we expected, too.
My youngest son kept stopping at all the green power boxes and studying one of the signs they’d stuck on the side.
These boxes held the underground power equipment….I guess they were junction boxes or something.
When he finally asked me what the picture he’d been studying meant, I told him that it meant that it was dangerous to dig. There were cables underground that you could hit if you were digging around them.
It seemed like every block had one of these power boxes…and he must have stopped and studied every one of them, hands on knees, reading the signs that said that something must be dangerous here…it was just a matter of figuring out what exactly might be the issue.
I realized later that Mommy was carrying his shovel.
He had a strong reason for deciphering what a shovel behind a crossed out circle meant.
It makes for a slow walk…this trying to figure things out as we went…but it’s fun to see the wheels turning.