August 5 continued
After the fun of the mystery (Dad was the murderer!) we explored the garden for a bit, then drove to a beach in Parksville where there were giant sand-sculptures. There was a band playing some really upbeat music that could be heard all across the beach, and I danced down to the waterline. We waded into the water -- shallow for up to a mile out, and warmer than your average swimming pool -- and with a whoop I dunked my shorts, swimming past my belly-button. We were all laughing and smiling and enjoying the light of the day -- it was, as Aunt Caity phrased it, "the perfect bubble of happiness."
I would definitely return here and stay for much longer. Spend a week at the beach, a week on the farm, a week roaming around. I want to play with Apallo again, pick raspberries and swim in the ocean. Next summer...
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