I was a little timid about taking Isla to the beach. Not because I was scared for her. No... I was scared for me. Scared I would be in a constant state of worry that she will fall into a hole and I'll never find her, that she'll dive into the ocean when I look away for 1 small second. The worries are endless I could go on for days. I'm happy to report that none of that happened and she actually was so overwhelmed by all the space for running she tired herself out pretty quickly and would take little breaks hanging by my chair and playing with toys. I am crossing my fingers this continues for the rest of the summer!!