The Beach House

The dirt road dead ends just before the beach begins. We take a left on to another dirt road. Our home for the week is tucked close to the end of this road sitting above a quiet stretch of beach with a view of the sunset. Our house is comfortable and quiet – or at least it is when the boys are sleeping.

To say our beach is quiet is a quaint understatement. The sand is red – as red as Eli’s hair; and the surf is calm. So calm, that Evan will wade in, fearlessly. The only other people on the beach are out of ear shot, and nearly out of sight. We have a giant tract of beach to ourselves. We can run and shout and play to our heart’s content and never have to worry about disturbing anyone.

Just down the beach we can see the North Cape Canadian Wind Farm. The windmills look like great pieces of modern sculpture and provide an elegant backdrop to our relaxation. Evan is fascinated by the windmills. He takes every opportunity to look at and study the windmills, peppering us with questions about their purpose and operation.

It's foggy today, so we decide to head out in search of supplies and do some exploring along the way.