Sure, summer is quickly running away from us. Labor Day has already come and gone. So, maybe now isn’t the prime time to head to the beach for most people. I’m not most people.
I hate the beach. I have since I was a little kid. I always begged my parents to put my shoes back on. As a teenager, if the gang was heading to the beach, I luckily had play rehearsal or band practice or something else to do.
Dates? Yeah, I’d try to keep it nighttime, and mostly for fireworks.
Why did I hate it? The hot sun. The sun burn. Stepping on something sharp. And…. SAND. Everywhere. SAND. In your hair. In your eyes. In your toes. In your bathing suit. In your…. (well, you know).
There comes a time where you aren’t quite sure where the sand ends and your skin begins. It can do crazy things to a man.
Even when it was time to pack up and go home, you stand up, grab your towel and sand everywhere. Carried into your bag or into your car – usually both. And somehow, back into your bathing suit.
Don’t you wish there was a way to leave the sand on the beach? Yeah, me too. Thankfully our new friends in Australia, Tesalate, are here to help.
I was reading about their towels that REPEL sand and I was riveted. I dropped them a line to let them know that I admire them. A few weeks later, some free Tesalate towels ended up on my doorstep.
These people are awesome. And you know what? So are their towels!
My wife loves the beach. My kids love the beach. I love my wife and kids. So, I go to the beach.
This time of year, I don’t really mind as much. The sand isn’t burning and most people are back home cause it’s not 95 degrees and “tanning weather”.
These Tesalate towels are big. We can sit on them and have a picnic. We got two, so that’s more than enough space for the four of us.
The kids played in the sand. I helped, of course. Created an entire waterway system around the castle. Yeah, our sand castle game is on point. We even brought in the heavy machinery.
As the sun started to dip, we packed up our toys, snacks and towels.
No joke, the sand just slid right off. Nothing left on there. Nothing in the bag. Nothing in my car. Nothing in my… (well, you know).
Thank you Tesalate. We’re heading off on a family vacation tomorrow to Cape Cod and your beautiful towels are already packed!
[Note: Mind of the Modern Man was given these products, free of charge, but were allowed to express their own opinions on the products.]