Something as simple as throwing rocks can fascinate kids for hours. We spent hours at the rocky end of the island this afternoon tossing rocks back out into the surf (it was actually pretty calm this afternoon).

For whatever reason, there’s something deeply satisfying about heaving a big rock out into the water and making a big splash – and I’m not immune. We started out with the magnificent splash of the one’s we could barely lift, and finished off with a lesson on the fine art of skipping rocks across the water. The kids loved the hunt for flat rocks (suitable for a good skipping) as much as they enjoyed a good toss.

Their old man is going to have a sore shoulder for the better part of a week, but it was so worth it.