Cottage...With Benefits

The summer is long gone.  And I think I'm glad about it...except that living in California takes the fun out of the "seasons".  It was 100 degrees on Wednesday and we're still wearing shorts and flip flops (remember when we used to call them thongs? Thinking of that makes me giggle, especially when my dad asked my mom to get him some this summer.  I'm immature, I know).

Anyway, the summer was challenging, to say the least, but the brightest part of it was the time making memories with my family so close by and the times we spent at the beach.  Therefore, the shining star of the summer was the 4 days we spent in San Diego on the Navy Base at Coronado Island with my sister in a beach cottage on, well, the beach!  I couldn't let the summer fade without a post about this special time.

The Beach Cottage!  (A slightly crooked walk straight to the beach due to the large area fenced off as belonging to the endangered snowy plover birds...I was going to say that I grumbled about walking around it every day without ever spotting a snowy plover, but it appears that there is a white bird in the foreground of the picture so it looks like at least one bird figured out that the wasted beach space is for him.)

The Navy Lodge at North Island Naval Air Station--right next to the cottages

Enjoying the playground and the view of Point Loma from the Lodge

The beach cottage had all the normal amenities of a cottage at the beach including:

Sand for burying your little sister

Sand crabs to tickle your toes

Waves to catch on your boogie board/body board (I'm not sure what the proper lingo is these days).  Sam surprised us one day after a wave hit him in the head by saying, "Don't worry, the back of my head protected my face!" and we thought he was so clever...until we found out Jeremy had given him that advice earlier in the summer.  It still was pretty cute.

Sand dollars to hunt for early in the morning in your jammies with your cool aunt

Random capsized boats washing ashore...you have to keep from asking yourself what happened to the captain and why did his boat wash ashore...

Other floatsam and jetsam items found on shore--a rake, Sponge Bob, a dinosaur head...but check out Evan in this picture...

Do you see why I call him a stinker?  I thought we were taking a nice picture of us on the beach!

Sand for building castles (and having even more fun destroying them)

Breakfast on the porch with Grandma

Sand.  Period.

And an outdoor shower to wash all the sand off your toes.  And to dance in.

But a cottage on North Island Naval Air Station with my sister the Navy pilot also came with some added benefits:

Large aircraft carriers heading out to sea

It seemed that every other plane that flew over was one of Aunt Kendra's former or current airplanes (this is the COD--a plane she used to fly)

There were planes, jets, helicopters and more flying overhead day and night.  There were rescue swimmers being dropped out of helicopters right into the water across from us, Navy seals doing night ops, the Star Spangled Banner being played on loud speakers while everyone stood at attention, and we even went swimming in a pool that was in the movie Top Gun.

There were a few potential drawbacks...

The sign on our beach that said: "Danger Live Firing Area Off Limits"

The noisy groups of sailors doing PT on the beach outside our cottage at 6 am.

One morning, they sang "Good Morning from the U.S. Navy" to us in cadence and tried to recruit Samuel.

(But we just thought that all this added to the beach cottage's charm)

We visited my sister's work:

Yes, it's a big aircraft, and yes, my sister flies it.

Future flight attendant?  Nah...pilot!

Annie was disappointed because she thought we were actually going to fly somewhere.

The beach, the views, the fun, and the feeling of adventure and patriotism watching the US Navy at work...this sign at the Navy Lodge sums up the experience we had at the beach cottage.
  

The kids are already begging to go back!