Where can a couple of beach-loving gals get their beach fix on a Sunday in the Ozarks? White Water!
The bestie and I were there yesterday before the gates opened, ready to soak up some sun and cavort in the water. Bestie is a regular at White Water, so she led me right to a secluded alcove where we commandeered several loungers -- which we piled up with towels, lotions, oils (oh, how the coconutty smell of Hawaiian Tropic makes our hearts go pitter pat!), and books -- as our own personal tanning beach. Perfect! The sun was strong and felt like melted butter on our oiled-up skin, with a beachy breeze now and then to cool us off. The splish splash of water all around us actually made me think I was at the ocean (when I closed my eyes anyway). We spent the entire day in beachy bliss: sunning until we were sweat-logged, floating peacefully around the Lazy River, more tan time, whooping it up in the waves (I preferred the security of an inner tube, but Bestie dove and swam like a dolphin!), then repeating the process until we were baked to a golden brown and happily exhausted.
White Water is a people-watcher's paradise too! I saw ZZ Top beards and jelly bellies; buff bodies and rode-hard bodies; tattoos out the wazoo; and babies and oldsters alike squealing at the joy of playing in the water. Watching the little kids running around in packs and having a ball without a care in the world about how they looked reminded me to enjoy what I was feeling and doing and forget about whether my thighs jiggled while I was doing it. And I did -- what a freeing thing!
We had a beachin' Sunday that I'll be daydreaming about on those not-too-distant dreary days of winter! Thanks Bestie, for sharing White Water with me!! And it's not too late to have your own WW adventure -- open Friday, Saturday and Sundays until Labor Day.
The bestie and I were there yesterday before the gates opened, ready to soak up some sun and cavort in the water. Bestie is a regular at White Water, so she led me right to a secluded alcove where we commandeered several loungers -- which we piled up with towels, lotions, oils (oh, how the coconutty smell of Hawaiian Tropic makes our hearts go pitter pat!), and books -- as our own personal tanning beach. Perfect! The sun was strong and felt like melted butter on our oiled-up skin, with a beachy breeze now and then to cool us off. The splish splash of water all around us actually made me think I was at the ocean (when I closed my eyes anyway). We spent the entire day in beachy bliss: sunning until we were sweat-logged, floating peacefully around the Lazy River, more tan time, whooping it up in the waves (I preferred the security of an inner tube, but Bestie dove and swam like a dolphin!), then repeating the process until we were baked to a golden brown and happily exhausted.
White Water is a people-watcher's paradise too! I saw ZZ Top beards and jelly bellies; buff bodies and rode-hard bodies; tattoos out the wazoo; and babies and oldsters alike squealing at the joy of playing in the water. Watching the little kids running around in packs and having a ball without a care in the world about how they looked reminded me to enjoy what I was feeling and doing and forget about whether my thighs jiggled while I was doing it. And I did -- what a freeing thing!
We had a beachin' Sunday that I'll be daydreaming about on those not-too-distant dreary days of winter! Thanks Bestie, for sharing White Water with me!! And it's not too late to have your own WW adventure -- open Friday, Saturday and Sundays until Labor Day.
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| Bestie and Roni ready to cruise to White Water in Bestie's Jeep (aka Ms. Truvy). |
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