A Day at Saint Augustine Beach

🌊 A Sunday That Drifted Beautifully

A record from Saint Augustine Beach

No alarms. No itinerary. Just one of those Florida Sundays where the day builds on itself—quietly, casually—and ends better than you planned.

Morning started slow. Just how we like it.

We made breakfast at home instead of fighting for a table somewhere. Eggs. Coffee. Familiar kitchen sounds. Felt good to start from that place—grounded, full, together. After eating, we ran out for one small mission: figure out a better way to rinse sand off our feet at the beach. Ended up at Home Depot, of all places, grabbing a garden sprayer we figured could double as a DIY foot wash station. (It worked, by the way.)

Then: tires in the sand, water ahead.

We filled the sprayer before leaving, tossed a few boogie boards in the truck bed, and took the 4×4 out to A Street—our usual way onto Saint Augustine Beach. The sand was soft but the truck handled it smooth. Found a quiet stretch with space to ourselves. No crowds. Just us, the shoreline, and the sound of waves.

The ocean had something to say today.

Waves were bigger than we expected. Not dangerous, but not gentle either—loud, crashing, alive. We couldn’t stay dry long. After some back-and-forth glances, we decided to grab boogie boards and head back out. Not professionals. Not trying to be. Just chasing a little more fun.

Shana got pulled out a bit by the current. Nothing too wild, but enough to remind us to stay sharp. I stayed closer in, feet touching, keeping a watchful eye. Still—those little moments where you realize just how strong the ocean is? They stick.

Evening came in soft.

We packed up with a healthy layer of sand on everything. That sprayer we brought? Absolutely earned its place in the truck. Quick rinse before heading to Walmart for the week’s groceries, then home to unwind—dry clothes, couch time, something easy on the TV.

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Not a highlight reel. Not a production. Just a real day. The kind that doesn’t try to be anything but itself—and ends up being exactly what we needed.

That’s what I want CFCX Life to be about. Days like this.