The third time we went the car broke down as soon as we turned off the paved road and onto the sandy beach road. We called our friend who came to pick us up in the only car he could find- the truck used to pick up fish for the weekend lunch crowd.
We all piled in the back, covered our noses, and watched as the dust turned our hair blonder and blonder. When we finally arrived at the shore, I practically ran to the beach and dove into the warm waves. The beach is the most perfect escape. I am forever grateful to my friends for making space in the backseat for me!
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