On Saturday morning, we took a quick drive from Jacksonville to St. Augustine. I believe St. Augustine is recognized as the oldest city in America. We found a place to park fairly close to the beach. Walked through super-soft, deep sand. Headed toward the water. As we walked, I realized that the sand was composed of 25% sand and 75% ground up seashells. I'm talking about billions and billions of seashells, pulverized and ground into coarse particles resembling sand. The closer we got to the water, the larger the pieces of shells. Right along the water's edge, I was walking (sinking into) on mostly shells. They were ankle-deep.The day was mild and sunny with a wonderful cool breeze. The water felt freezing at first then just coldish-cool. People/families were actually in the water. In Florida, you can purchase a permit which allows you to drive your four-wheel drive vehicle along the beach. That would be an interesting experience. Dan has vowed to drive his truck across country with Michael & Steven so they can drive on the beach together. I wish we had time to go to the beach at night while we were in Florida. There's something about the sound and smell of the ocean at night that makes me supremely happy. I mean, really, there's nothing better than the sound of the waves and the salty smell of the breeze. When Dan and I were dating, we spent a lot of time walking along the beach, talking and dreaming about the future. The best feeling in the world is to walk barefoot along the shore, wearing a hooded sweatshirt, slurping on a hawaiian shaved ice. Oh, and if you're sharing the shaved ice with someone else, it's terribly romantic.