We complained often as kids. Well, I did anyway. I better not vouch for my brothers and sisters and paint with a wide brush on this one. However, one thing we could all agree on. When the station wagon headed out to the beach, we all tried to convince Mom to steer clear of Willard. We'd cry Crescent! We'd scream Higgins! Heck, we even tried to direct her towards a lake Forest Lake (blasphemy!), but she wasn't buyin'. Willard was relatively close, with easy parking and it had restrooms. No peeing in the ocean for this lady, I guess. Two aspects always to consider when going to the ocean to swim in Maine. Stay clear of freezing water and rocks! Willard had both in abundance! Cold water is a givin in this state, until at least August. 57.6 yesterday morning. That's freezing to me, anyway you measure it. As for the unpleasantness to your feet, I don't know what was worse: low tide where it seemed you walked for a mile on little rocks or playing in the surf at high tide and being bounced around on them. Ah... the cuts and bruises. Pick your poison, I guess. Yesterday's Beach Report: YES, the rocks were still there, the water was icy cold, but the afternoon temperature topped off in the low 80s, under solid blue skies. Hot! Monday is going to be hot, humid, in the 90s. We're headed back! Just when I get out of the water... it pulls me back in!