Showing posts with label Stinging Nettles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stinging Nettles. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Fun in the Sun










Sunday, I had a repeat gathering of the same group of friends, more or less, who came over on July 4.









The day was spent primarily on and in Queens Creek.

Glenda and Billy brought their boat again which meant plenty of tubing for the kids.

(My daughter missed the tubing; she was inside diligently putting the finishing touches on her summer English project.)





Glenda










Captain Billy


































Very unusual for the month of August, there were no stinging nettles in the creek, which meant we could swim without the hassle of getting stung.  Ordinarily, they'd be wrapped around your neck, they're so abundant.

(Stinging nettles, also called sea nettles or just nettles, are what most people call jellyfish.  I avoid using that word at all costs.  To me, they're stinging nettles.  Hey, I am almost 50 and nobody reads this blog, so I think it's my prerogative to call them what I want to.  Thank you, one dear reader, for your indulgence.)





Catherine takes a dip




















Willie B., Theresa, Lawrence and Danny solving world issues--and also monitoring all
the children (and adults) frolicking in the over six feet of water.  















I remember swimming with my sisters as a child off the end of this dock, but I'm pretty sure we broke a record Sunday for the most kids and adults ever swimming here.  It was a blast.




The Mills girls










Malia and Betsy being serious...











...and not so serious.









Matthew and Hayden




















I'm not exactly sure what's going on here. 















It was a great way to spend the last day of August.




Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Tin Can Alley, Part One







Over on Gwynn's Island at the end of a road that appears to drop off into the Chesapeake Bay is a tiny square of public beach fondly referred to as Tin Can Alley.







Tin Can Alley is the few grains of sand from where
I'm standing to that first jetty.  Beyond that is private property.













































































Click here and here for previous posts on Tin Can Alley, one of which (the second link) includes the story of when my grandmother took us swimming here.  After a sweltering hot, humid day filled with scalding sand, eagle-sized, biting flies, stinging nettles, and nothing to eat or drink, she "lost" the car keys.  Good times.

Stay tuned for several hundred more photos of the jetties at Tin Can Alley.

Happy Tuesday.