eat my sand

He'd finally found someplace maybe warmer that the north. As he walked along the eastern edge of the beach, he came upon a sandbar that connection the mainland he stood on to the island he'd been curious about as he approached. There was a long stretch of sand there, flat and wide. It was a cool evening, but the weather would still have been nice to relax in the sand if he so chose. However, he hated the sand and sought to get out of it as fast as possible. And he was pretty curious about that island over there.