The last time we visited Holly Beach in Louisiana was 2006, and you can see from the right-hand side of this pic that almost nothing was left after Hurricane Rita:
It’s the Cajun Riviera (one home boasts it on a street-facing wall, too). You just drive onto the beach, park right on the sand, and make yourself at home. Terrific shells all around. Happy seagulls. Happy families.
The boys love beaches so of course they were happy, happy, happy:
Afterwards, we kept going on the Creole Nature Trail. I like how this road curves right in front of the water so it looks just like this ship floating by is crossing the street:
…and then we rode across the Calcasieu Ship Channel on the ferry, which the boys also liked:
Every trip to the beach we make with the boys, we bring back a wee little bit of sand and shells and put it in this large jar on the dining room sideboard — there are probably a dozen or more different beaches here from Florida, Alabama, Mississippi, and Louisiana and double that in visits since the boys were born. Love thinking about all these trips.