All Night Raves and Law Enforcement

We finally satisfied our camping itch by heading to our favorite destination: Polihale. 17 miles of uninterrupted beach, crystal-clear waters, and beautiful sunsets. Zac loved his crawling freedom, and got right to work finding all the choking hazards/teething biscuits he could.Megan and Matt issued the invite, and we spent the weekend with them. Last time we camped here, it was with two less children and almost a year ago!


Evidence of the purposeful "face plant." He throws himself down and licks up as much sand as he can.
Yum...tin foil dinners and s'mores kicked off the evening.
After the sun set, we gazed at the stars and talked for a few hours. Megan taught us about the Milky Way. I feel like researching astrology.
The night was peaceful, except for the huge group of drunk teens having a rave down the beach a bit. They really only bothered us when they drove at our tent around 11pm. I was terrified they would run us over in their drunken (and who knows what else) stupor. The rest of the night, they flashed their lights and played their music. The next morning, cops came by asking for permits at 6am. My first reaction was irritation at the early wake-up, until I saw them writing out tickets to every one of those teens. Vindication. Sweet vindication.

We had a great morning--pancakes, a long run, and beautiful, clear water. We were even visited by the biggest sea turtle we've seen to date. We boogie boarded, played with Zac, and got a little sunburned despite massive applications of sunscreen. Zachary wouldn't take a nap until almost noon, when his little body couldn't take it anymore.

I often define my week with my weekend. It was a good week.