“We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch – we are going back from whence we came.”
-John F. Kennedy
…I guess all this JFK anniversary talk has gotten in my head! In less morbid news, we’re starting to settle in after two weeks here, even without our “immediate needs” air shipment that we probably won’t see until after Thanksgiving. Something to be grateful for, right? Ha… ha. Now that we’re a little more comfortable getting around and we’ve done a pretty thorough survey of all the grocery stores, we decided to take a little scenic drive of the area to see the coastline.
Having lived the past few years in Houston, where coastline = hour long drive for seaweed-laden beach with brown gulf water, we were looking forward to see what southeastern Korea would do for our senses. Plus, I’ll admit I was itching to test out some of my improved camera skills to see if I will really be any good at this photo-blogging thing.
Murray catching some splash action on the coast.
I was a little concerned that we didn’t have enough light, because though it was only 4:45 PM, the sun had already hidden itself behind the hilltops for the most part. However, having spent good faith effort on getting into manual mode on my camera, I was able to catch a few fun shots with decent lighting when we stopped for a walk around one of the rocky beaches. My favorite was the above, of our curious boy exploring the salt water.
My adorable family enjoying the change of scenery.
I let J have a crack at the camera, and though I was desperately struggling with the two kiddos, he got a good candid out of it. Those rocks under our feet were making everyone wobble around and the dogs were just anxious to get their nose on anything within reach. How do we all look so calm?
Holding it together!
The dogs survived the rocky beach, but I can’t say the same about today’s playtime when we joined up with our furry friend Austin for some run around at a nearby soccer field. They went at it pretty hard given their first opportunity at free space in a while, and before you knew it, Austin’s mom said “Hey, is he okay?”. We looked down to see Murray’s back paw covered in blood! At first we thought he ripped his nail out, but it seems as though he just got a pretty bad cut between his little toes.
Down for the count, and trying to keep him down to assess the injury… and ultimately hitching a ride to the car from Dad.
In true Murray fashion, however, he kept smiling, and more terrifyingly, kept trying to play rough after his injury, leaving a trail of blood behind him as he ran after several more tennis balls. Our friends lived nearby so luckily, we had quick access to some first aid supplies and cleaned Murray up a bit before trying to find a vet that was open. Sunday morning is as good as dead around Ulsan, so we didn’t find any available doggy doctors. Drs. Mom and Dad prescribed some rest in his crate and hope he will be good as new soon.
This little trooper just doesn’t stop going. When times are stressful (like running around after a blood-spurting dog paw) his infectious smile keeps us going, too, and I just love him for it. I’m sure Murray will be dreaming of some more tennis ball action in his cozy little bed tonight. Sweet dreams, friends.