The mountains are better than the beach.
On Mothers' Day weekend my family took me to the beach. It was absolutely beautiful! We had a great time. The weather was wonderful, and there were no complaints--other than we wished for a longer stay. In fact, I even waxed poetic, okay not poetic, but at least I blogged about how great it was.
Last week though, I was given the gift of staying in the mountains, with my husband, without the boys. Now all ready, I know what you're thinking, that simply because it was some sort of honeymoonish romancy pancy fling with just my husband and no children that has flung me into the throes of this controversial statement that the mountains are better.
I beg to differ with that conclusion. And guessing the controversy this type of post generates, I've outlined the following reasons for why the mountains are better than the beach. Here they are:
#1: The mountains are cooler than the beach. Cool mornings and cool evenings are a frequent and standard climate, necessitating the coziness of a cotton throw while wearing shorts but still enjoying the view. The beach version of cool is more typically a wet humidity that tastes salty.
#2: The mountains feature antique shops with crafty folk art jewelry, pottery, knitted purses, quilted throws and all manner of handcrafted goods. The beach offers sunscreen, sunglasses, and commercialized t-shirts with scantily clad figures spouting not to be uttered or read aloud comments.
#3: The mountains offer a variety of venues to explore of both water and land terrain. You can partake of either a hike through the woods, up a ridge, on a trail, down the main street of the mountain town or you can splash around in a mountain stream, all without sand.
#4: The mountains do not require a de-sanding of clothes, person, hair, shoes, between the teeth, et cetera.
#5: The mountains do not require the lugging around of beach chairs, buckets, shovels, and weird octopus shaped sand mold thingies THAT DO NOT WORK! The boys are happy with the plethora of creek rocks, tree branches and the occasional rhododendron leaf to stand in as either a warship or F-15 fighter, those things all ready there.
#6: The mountains are quieter than the beach. There is not the auditory assault of "Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me?" The loudest thing I had to listen to was the argument between a squirrel and a cardinal.
#7: The mountains offer a truer getaway than the beach. We saw other people there, even talked with some of them, but there was not the sensation of being squeezed through a vise to walk down the sidewalk.
Now, I could go on with the weight of personal experience evidence to support my controversial statement, but I've made the point. The mountains are better than the beach.
And did I mention that I was in the mountains alone with my husband? Just checking.