Friday five: sand in my bra

So in honor of summer, please share your own beachy memories, plans, and dreams with a "Beach Trip" Friday Five.

1. Ocean rocks, lake limps? Vice versa? Or "it's all beautiful in its own way"?

This may be weird for a midwesterner, but I crave the hugeness of the ocean. Love the peace of the lakes, but there's something about standing in front of that giant, clean horizon that moves me deeply.

2. Year round beach living: Heaven...or the Other Place?

Welllllll...my first impulse is "heaven" because the sound of the sea is so fantastic. However, once I beat back my weeping romantic side for a minute, I remember that I have a fairly low tolerance for sand in my food and underwear. Also, as much as I'm starting to whine about MN winters, I've got to have snow for at least a couple of months, so I'll go with a lake home as the Third Way.

3. Any beach plans for this summer?

Not so far; lake cabin visit (mmmmmm) and camping with two different sets of friends. One of these camping trips will be at a women's campground that we love to visit, but it makes me chuckle—nothing but Toyota pickup trucks, big dogs with bandannas around their necks, and women in tank tops and Tevas, as far as the eye can see. We ARE the stereotype. ;-)

4. Best beach memory ever?

The first time I saw the ocean. I was on choir tour to California in college, and we went to the Santa Monica Pier for an afternoon. The roar of the ocean and the constancy of the waves were so vast. I'd have happily sat and watched and listened for about three days.

5. Fantasy beach trip?

Hmmm...Beloved and I, a hammock, a large stack of books, a private cove. I'd read for a couple of days, and then—well, you can't read all the time. Hee hee hee.

Peace.

Bonus: Share a piece of music/poetry/film/book that expresses something about what the beach means to you.

Weirdly, I just did; I guess it's truly about the ocean, but as a place to land at the end of the journey, it totally works.