Snow Pond Road: Hampton or Bust

So those of you who know us (yes, I'm making a big assumption that someone other than me actually reads this blog), know that we're typically the York type of beach people. We like the family-friendly atmosphere, the quaint shops, the slower pace. As I've said before the ocean is one of the few places we can go and really relax and have a good time. So why, you might ask, did we decide to go to Hampton Beach...home of the arcade boardwalk, the Casino Ballroom, and more people in fewer clothes than should ever be worn (or not worn as the case may be) in public? Blame it on good advertising! We had heard over and over again on the radio and TV how this amazing sandcastle competition was going to be at Hampton Beach...famous beach sculptors from across the country (this should have tipped me off on the false advertising...are there really famous beach sculptors?) were going to be there. Anyway, we bought into it and after a late start, due to some craigslist negotiating that I won't get into right now, and a few miles of bumper to bumper traffic, we arrived at Hampton.

Now Brody doesn't care where we go, what state, what town, what beach...it's all the same ocean to him. If there are waves to chase and sand to dig, he's a happy boy. So the sandcastle competition ended up being a bust, but we still had a blast...and thanks to the regular Hampton Beach-goers, the people watching was plentiful and quite entertaining!

Sorry I forgot to warn you to put your sunglasses on before looking at these pictures. What can I say, Brody is a pasty shade of Irish -not much I can do about that - and insisted on taking his shirt off.

I know, I know, you can see his ribs and he looks slightly Ethiopian, but I swear we feed him and I can't help that his foods of choice are raspberries and blueberries...do you know how many berries you need to eat to gain weight?

Doing the crazy beach dance...

This has got to be one of my favorite pictures of all time. If this doesn't scream JOY..I don't know what does.

And now he's striking a "Clint" pose. I think I have many pictures of my father looking like this at the ocean from our family vacations.

And he might only be three (in another month), but it's never too early to start checking out the ladies, and at Hampton...it's quite the site to check out!