30
Jun/2008

by spookycat

I'm back from what I call the "burning sands of Death" or the beach. Yes, I didn't know that the sand reached 120 degrees. We went to a new beach called South Padre Island, my son's idea. He dropped us off to find parking, haha. We frisked around in the noon day sun, in and out of the water. I had on 3 layers of 50 sunblock, I wasn't sweatin' the burn. Let me just say that flip flops are not appropriate on the burning sands of death, don't wear them! Anyway we got tired of waiting for our ride so we were going back alone. Our key card wouldn't open the gate! We had to dash across the 50 ft. of burning death! In the middle I fell over on my back on a Dune and told my husband go get help. As I lay there with my burning feet straight in the air, I laid on a thorn plant, which I couldn't feel because of my feet. He came back, hoisted me to my feet, pulled me 25 ft. When we reached the street he poured ice water on my seared feet. I managed to walk to the hotel, cursing and sore. When we got to the room my son and his girlfriend where laying on the bed eating Whataburger! I think I was suffering heat exhaustion, after the shower I passed out for 2 hours, this was only day#1...

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