We didn't even go near the beach; we just laid around C's lovely new house and talked and talked and cooked and napped and took a walk. Some people may have even gone for jogs, but that was not me. It was perfect and, of course, eminently manageable with a baby.
We'll probably try for the beach next year, which will be our 23rd year. We don't do that math very often, so it's a bit startling. Are we old now? Sometimes wise, sometimes condemned to repeat our personal irritations over and over, surprised at how often we struggle under burdens, surprised by goodness in places we did not look for it . . . we always seem to be able to speak freely to each other, the best kind of love and comfort, I think. I am so very grateful for these women and the time we take every summer to be together.