Yoga at the Beach

We had the day all planned.  Friday we would meet at the Indian (rest area in Plymouth) on Route #3 and go to White Horse Beach in Plymouth.  Last week, Alyssa (Fran's granddaughter) had shown us a secret trail that leads down to White Horse...one perhaps a mile or so from the crowded beach area.  I love the Beach in the summertime...but I abhor crowds.  When we go to the ocean, we bring little...just a beach chair, a knapsack with our lunch and book and a towel.  I smile when I see people cart everything but the kitchen sink down to the beach.  I love to travel light...if I can't carry it in one trip...then I don't take it.







But back to yesterday.  Our plans were made.  We would spend two hours at the Beach, then take a tour of a beach cottage that Fran might want to rent and then a trip over to Newfield House, the Nursing Home where Mom now resides.  Although there were big clouds in the sky, obviously not the sunny day we had planned, we decided to go ahead with our agenda.  Stopping at Dunkin' Donuts in Manomet, we picked up coffee, bagels and a jelly donut for Fran.  Then it was off to our secluded spot....










Because it was rather windy and a bit chilly, we chose a spot near the rocks to "camp out" and then the girls went down to test the water...ummm...a bit cold.
























All too soon it was almost 11 o'clock and we needed to walk up to the cottage that Fran wanted to check out for a summer rental.  We met the owner and took a tour of the place but we all found it a bit "fancy" for our idea of a "beach house" and the $2700/week price tag didn't set well either.  But I did find the porch enchanting and those are the only images I took.






Back on the beach once more, raindrops were falling but we saw blue skies to the south so we decided not to
leave...it was actually warmer now and Alyssa decided that Fran and I should learn some yoga moves.
 




"Aunty Bobbie, Gram tells me you keep falling.  Yoga is just the thing for you.  As you age...and both of you are getting up there...you need to concentrate on improving your balance." 

"Alyssa, we are not old yet.  Your Gram is only 66 and I'm 62.  We are as young as we feel.  Look at us, we are in great shape!"

"Great shape?  Let's do some yoga....our towels can be our mats."

Fran and I have always been pu to a challenge so come along and watch.  Actually, these images are from the second run of our routine since I couldn't hold a camera and take pictures as I was doing a "Downward-Facing Dog"!




























Hell, we may be in our 60's, but I don't think we are ready for any Nursing Home.  As the girls finished up the second round of poses, I had to smile.  We can mentor the young; but in the end, the young can teach us a few things.  All we need to do is listen...and to take some risks.  It would have been easy for Fran and I not to take the challenge of learning something new.  But challenges have always presented themselves to us and we can never say no....even if we do look like a bunch of fools on a deserted beach.  Why not?  We only live once.