I went backpacking with some squinks this weekend on the beach. And while it was only a short walk to camp we had some fun. Actually it was only 2 miles to camp so I think of it more as car camping. In fact when Mike forgot his Swiss Army Knife I almost ran back to the car to get it figuring the round trip might be shorter than opening the cans without it. On the other hand, I'm glad I didn't since I learned that a $0.99 beener from Home Depot works better than a Swiss Army Knife to open a bottle of mole.
In spite of the nearness to the car we had some good adventures. We played in the tide pools and wandered along the rocks at the coast where you had to run between the waves to stay on dry sand as you went around an outcropping. Or in the case of one of them waded out through some freakin' cold water at 'nad and nipple depth as the waves went past.
But I'm getting better at picking out spanish. Not enough to get by, but enough to sometimes follow the gist of conversation. (I was one of only 2 people on the trip who didn't understand spanish). I really need to go spend a couple of months in Vera Cruz. Y'know. For the children.