Two of my nephews were here a few weeks ago - Caleb & Justin. I'm terrible about remembering ages but I think they’re around 3 and 5 - little fellas - and close to the ground. The reason I mention their height is because of Rocky Beach.
This is a close up of what we always called "Rocky Beach." Can't imagine how we came up with that name. Do you see anything fascinating there? Well - neither do I… now. I think you have to be really short, close to the ground so you can see it better and of course be young and open minded enough to let your imagination run wild.
Here are few other views.
There’s a beach down that way that has no rocks, just sand. And yes, we always called it “Sandy Beach.”
Another view. I love TVA but hate these big towers they plopped down right in the middle of this beautiful scene. So …. I usually do my magic trick and ….
Poof!!!! The towers are gone!
Back to the rocks.
When we were kids, Rocky Beach was where we hung out. Shoes were required, even when we swam. My sister Anne reminded me the other day that we thought if we picked up all the rocks, we would have a sandy beach. That would have been a lot of work for two little girls.
My grandma lived just up the hill from Rocky Beach. Over the years we hauled several tons of rocks up to her house one bucket at a time because we were always finding fascinating rocks that looked like turtles, or bowls, or birds, or ashtrays, or that had shell patterns imprinted in them, or had holes all the way through them. These rocks were just too unique and wonderful to leave laying around on the beach to get lost among the other rocks.
Justin and Caleb hauled several buckets of these fascinating rocks over to Gammie Anne’s house the other week. I wonder where she stashes them? I wonder what Grandma did with all those rocks we hauled to her house?