We are self-professed not beach people. And I’m pretty sure genetically Maxine can’t be one either. That’s just science. 

However, this beach, on the Isle of Palms in South Carolina was alright with me.

The weather was great. The crowds were small. And the novelty of this being la roux’s first time carried our spirits to meet the untoward challenge of a week at the beach.

She ate sand. Got splashed by her cousins. And peed on both of us.

Beach vacation in the beach bag.