I spent the day at the beach, in an area where there are dunes, and I had a little private alcove for me and the pup. The dog didn't like to get into the lake because the water was pretty rough on the shore, but there were some run off ponds that I would take him into to cool off.
In other news, apparently it is not cool to take your dog to the local beach, or rather there is one part of the lake where dogs aren't allowed because there is a patrol, then there is another part of the same lake where they are allowed. I don't understand this because everyone's kids are pissing and shitting up a storm in saggy oozy bottoms, right in the lake , but apparently my dog, who pisses far away from the water on trees, and shits in the bushes (which I bag), is somehow unwelcome.
In still other news, apparently having a teenager tell me to move along to some other area after carrying all my gear up over the super steep 12 ft dunes on a hot day makes me ornery to the point where I got in my vehicle and pouted for a bit, considering going home. Then I bought a slushie and convinced myself to go to the dog-friendly area, which turned out to be nicer anyway. I told myself I didn't drive an hour and a half just to have an annoying beach patrol teen ruin my day. Lazing with the pup in the sun, along with a good book was pretty rad in the end.