It's gotten suddenly hot around these parts, and rather than complain about it, we've decided to embrace it or avoid it.
Saturday? Avoid it. We took advantage of the area's best natural climate control: the foggy ocean beach.
When we arrived, it was chilly and so foggy you could barely see 10 feet in front of you. When we left it had cleared but was still a good 10 degrees cooler than home.
And in between? We watched horses, played silly hat games, played in the rough ocean surf,* and did the obligatory hole-digging, castle-erecting (and razing) and jellyfish hunting. Peter invented a few new games (including "taking seaweed for a walk," since the beach was full of truly amazing mounts of huge seaweed - it looked like someone had dumped piles of thick cables tied with balloons at times), and Lucy cried out in delight each time a new caravan of horses came past our camp.
*Actually, only Kevin and I did this. We left the kids back by the beach tent and blanket. It was fun for a few minutes, until we were hit by a huge wave and Kevin was pulled down by the strong undertow.
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