On the beach this morning a man was making bubbles:
Obie had never been on sand. He is not a fan:
Save me, Dad:
G stayed with Obie while Scott, Emily and I climbed the dune. We are the 3 little dots on the left at the top:
We flew the kite, which actually flew itself.
And G had the mandatory “Outlaw tequila.”
We think the baby has pink eye. No picture of this. I read him a magazine. There were pictures of cats in it. I am a good meower:
Now it is time to watch the sun set over the Pacific and have a bonfire and eat s’mores. Those pics tomorrow, when we leave here and return to Portland.
Inspiration Location 