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.