Don't jump!

While we were driving the Coromandel Peninsula we stopped at this one beach in Whangapoua.  It was a quiet little town.  There was a reserve by the beach which meant no picking up anything.  No leaves, grass, sticks or shells.  Quoting from the travel guide:  "The harbour once served as a timber port but today it mainly serves boaties heading out to fish or go waterskiing.  The estuary is shallow and safe for swimming and there is a walking track around the point at the northern end of the beach through a beautiful grove of nikau palms to New Chums beach ."

So we took a nice long walk.  The tide was going out so there was a big span of sand.  There were some people but not hundreds by any means.  Some were having lunch while others were just sitting. There were many that were in the watch jumping the waves as they came in.

We walked towards a large pile of rocks.  For some reason Michael is enthralled with rocks.  He wants to hike over them, sit on them or play. At times I am ok but not always.

This is the beach looking back towards where we came from.  

Here is Dad trying to figure out what he is going to do now.  Do I go to the left, to the right, over, or under?

You can see him way out on the rocks after he had climber through all those between me and the rock he is standing on.  

Here is a close up on him. He had just enough of a forward leaning to make me want to shout: DON'T JUMP!!  Of coursre it never entereed his mind.  He just thought it was so cool there.