We spent the (windy) afternoon at Esker Point, a small but sweet stretch of beach on Fisher Island Sound (northern part of Long Island Sound). Being that it was brisk and unseasonably cool, we had to jostle for spots to put our blankets. There was a veritable stampede of two other families we had to fight to get to prime lounging space under perfect, cloudy skies.Ok. So, there was practically no one there but Dana managed to wrangle up friends to play with (that's her with Georgiana all the way in the background). And 3 brave (some would say "crazy") souls ventured out to wade neck-deep in the gray, New England water. One of them, not surprisingly, being my daughter. Alex, a much more cautious creature, took his time getting used to the surf washing over his feet. By the end of the afternoon, his shorts were soaked. But, he only bolted for the bathrooms once and when he realized the ocean was much more exciting to observe than any old potty, he happily remained by the water and grandma didn't have to chase him back and forth across the sand.
