Goal #15: Live on the beach.
Though we were only there for an hour or so, we were intoxicated by the experience and knew, just KNEW, we needed to make this part of our lives soon. When it will happen, we don't know, but it's on the list!
The water was chilly, the breeze rather crisp, and even though Wilder was shivering a bit he was in heaven -as were Brian and I, too. There is something so invigorating, yet calming, by being by the sea. The ocean is so wild, so dangerous; I felt challenged and thrilled, but also free and content. *Sigh* Beachside, please. Thank you.
Wilder staying warm with Papa's body heat and loving watching the waves crashing on the shore.
I was pretty excited to be by the ocean.
Self portrait with Waverley, by Brian.
THAT'S how excited I was. Really.
Cozying up to Papa to stay warm after splashin' around.
Wilder did not want to leave. He kicked, he screamed, he made terrible threats I dare not repeat (mainly because I can't spell his personal language) but we somehow coerced him to come back to the truck.
And here's something ya don't see every day. It's a rumble of West Coast Choppers -but they're bicycles.
It gives "cruiser" a whole new meaning. This poor fella had to walk up the hill (above) and was the caboose of the group. But high five to him for being a true biker and pedallin' away!
We had mondo fun. Loved it, loved it. Now, Brian says, it's off to Florida. Sounds like we've got our next trip in the works!