Today Gabe is wearing a tan fleece, khaki pants, and brown shoes.
“Do you want to go to the dunes?”
“Hmm, well I don’t know. What are the dunes?”
“Oh it’s this big sandy area over by the bottoms.”
“…What are the bottoms?”
And so, another conversation between Kate and Gabe progressed productively and without ambiguity. Luckily for Gabe, it turned out to be a pretty perfect decision to go to the dunes (though I am realizing now that I never got any answer to what “the bottoms” are and before you start getting too creative, all you jokester commenters, you can keep your bottoms jokes to yourselves!).
So we went to the dunes, which turned out to be a huge stretch of sand dunes that run down the coast between the ocean and some farmland. They were so vast that, once you hiked out onto them, it was easy to forget the ocean was just on the other side.
We hiked around the dunes for a while, climbing mountains of sand and skidding down the other side, which was all great until the GREATEST THING happened, which was that we found a herd of cows. Just on the other side of a sand mountain. On a grassy patch, behind a fence, that went just up to the border of the dunes.
These cows were completely hidden by hills and sand, but there they were, right in front of us — just living in the dunes. I can only imagine how whimsical the farmer that decided to keep them there must be.
After too many minutes and a gentle reminder from Gabe not to get too close to the fence as it was most likely “live”, we walked on.
I fully expect that if I were to ever try to go back or bring anyone else back to that spot where I saw the cows, there would be nothing there. Like it was all a dream.
Eventually, we crossed the dunes and started sliding down to the beach.
I picked up a crab shell and tried hard not to be a baby about it. (Probably failed. I love and fear nature with equal intensity, all at the same time, even when the “nature” is a lifeless shell.) Gabe found a 15-foot-long piece of seaweed which he grabbed one end of and then started spinning with, turning it into an aquatic terror rope that stretched out far from his body while airborne.
And then we went home and ate lasagna.
It was the perfect end to a perfect day.