Our friend Don and his girlfriend were visiting for a few days, and yesterday around noon we took them to a nearby beach. It was the first time that we’d been to one in several years… we remembered to use sunscreen, so I only got a very mild sunburn on one shoulder, and GoddessJ on one side of her back (I guess we didn’t quite use enough in those places).
But only GoddessJ thought to bring beach footwear. “No big deal,” thought I, “I’ll just grit my teeth and walk to the water barefoot. It’s just sun-warmed sand, it won’t be that hot.”
Well, that was the theory, anyway.
It’s a very deep beach, which made for a very long walk. You can usually burrow your feet in a little way and get to cooler sand, but that didn’t work here — that sand was HOT, as far as I could burrow. Hot enough to raise very large blisters on the bottoms of both of my feet. That made the requisite walk back to the car… interesting, to say the least.
Fortunately, the damage doesn’t seem to be as bad as the blisters would imply. Even last night, my feet only really hurt when I had to put pressure on them, and this morning most of the pain and awkwardness is because I’m trying not to walk on the blistered parts (which, of course, are the parts that I normally walk on). But it’s a good thing my job doesn’t require much standing or walking, because that’s not going to be high on my list of enjoyable things to do for the next few days.