day at the beach: u-haul needed

Remember when going to the beach meant bringing a towel and maybe a sunhat? Writing this while reunioning with family members, parked on a beach, surrounded by chairs big as barcaloungers, delivery wagons, baby's play yards and sun domes the size of a circus tent. Hey, here comes a couple wearing backpacks so big, they might be training for a mount of Everest. Ta, off to ride waves on a float the size of Tortola...