Riptides: Battered, Bruised and Still Standing

A few weeks ago my family and I went to the Outer Banks for my nephew’s wedding. The first day, I took my twins and my niece to the beach. But before I let them near the water, I gave them my lecture on riptides. How they were dangerous (blah, blah) and how they could pull you out to sea (blah, blah). Since it was high tide by the time we got to the beach, I made them stand in the surf. In spite of their moans and complaints about how mean and unreasonable I was being, they ended up spend...