Burnt around the edges

We spent the day yesterday at a local lake that is an absolutely gorgeous spot. Not too many people (although some goose doo to dodge), clear water, mountains surrounding the lake, very little boat traffic and sunshine galore. (And flush toilets, although some of us rank those a little higher on the necessity list than others.) It seems to be a popular spot to bring your favorite floatie and just drift for a few hours.

Of course, sunshine means sun screen. When you belong to the chalk tribe like I do, it's far too easy to end up looking like a lobster fresh out of the pot. My kids mostly inherited their dad's skin so I tend to use myself as the human barometer for SPF recoats.

But apparently my gauge was a little off yesterday. Even with the SPF 30 & 45 out, one of the kids got a little crispy, and I can definitely tell where the spots I couldn't reach on my own back were. We bought the aloe vera gel + lidocaine and are coping, but we also bought the SPF 50 in the easy apply spray version for next time.

'Cause we'll be going back. For sure.

And I'll probably even remember my camera next time...