There’s a lot you learn when you have a kid. You learn patience. You learn about yourself. And eventually, you learn that you need to bring a whole lot more crap with you to the beach.

We live two blocks from the beach, but that doesn’t really matter. I have a specific backpack for our beach and bay adventures. In addition to the standard surf and beach necessities, it’s got all the parental junk I need to keep him happy. Then we lug up the softtop board and occasionally one of my surfboards.