Or is it? Swimming is totally permitted at Wollaston Beach, I just…well, I wouldn’t! I talked about why last summer when I visited Nut Island (totally need to get my bike to the shop already – dying to do that ride again!). In reality it’s nothing personal against Wollaston Beach, it’s just that I’m more of a wide-open-ocean girl. When I’m on a bay or a small pond or lake, I feel like…well, like any gross stuff in that water is so concentrated that it grosses me out. Take me out to Nantasket where the water goes on forever and ever and anything that’s grossing me out is quickly swept out to sea, and then I’m happy to jump in the water! Is it just me?

Even if I’m not willing to swim at Wollaston Beach, I love that it’s so close by – almost exactly a mile from my front door – and that I get to enjoy it often. Our regular running club route takes us along the beach, and it’s so cool to see it through all the seasons, all kinds of weather, and lots of gorgeous sunsets. On top of that, I love to hunt for “beach treasures” (much to Pete’s chagrin) and am happy to fill an empty weekend afternoon with a loooooong wander looking for sea glass, driftwood, or pretty rocks.

These photos are all from one of my recent weekend wanders. I was not the only one out enjoying the beach, there were plenty of families out for a walk – some of them even playing soccer and building sand castles – and there were more than a few adorable dogs racing about. I came home with a few small treasures, and when I pulled them out of my pocket and showed Pete he looked at me like I was crazy and said “why did you bring those home?”…when really he should have been happy I didn’t bring home this piece of driftwood that I thought was awesome! Don’t you think it would look great on my front porch?!?