Rainy Beach Day

Today Chris and I went to South Padre Island for a day at the beach with friends.  The men and the kids played in the water and then braved inevitable sand in every crevice of their bodies to build a sandcastle.

Sandcastle with mote detail.

Not pictured above were the grey skies that erupted into thunder, lightening, and rain.  All sandcastle construction halted, and we ran for the car.  Doug ran the fastest, as he is terrified by thunder and lightening even when safely hiding in a kitchen cabinet.

Doug during a thunderstorm in San Antonio.

Driving home in the thunderstorm turned out to be even more exciting than running from the thunderstorm on the beach.  Our friend, who drove us all to the beach in his minivan, was unphased by the heavy rains.  Overcoming minimal visibility, slowing traffic, and large amounts of water, he flipped on his hazard lights and plowed through the rain, wove through cars, and passed several vehicles stopped on the shoulder.  His driving was so confident that he turned his head from the road to converse with Chris several times and at one point, reached one of his arms behind the passenger seat to grab a trash bag barely within his reach.  I considered wearing two seat belts.

We made it home safe in the end, so perhaps I was needlessly nervous throughout the stunt-drive home; or, perhaps I will insist that Chris drive next time.