We were busy yesterday taking in the finer sights of Orange County.
We went to a super cool park:
Sat on a turtle:
Performed some "obstacles":
Rode a carousel:
And decorated a cupcake with blue frosting, gummi worms, and Starburst:
So by the time we got done with all that, we barely had an hour to go to our favorite place, the beach!
It was not what you'd call the ideal beach day. The fog had rolled in, and the weather was cool.
But I just like to hear the waves crashing, and Nathan just likes to dig in the sand, so it was fine.
Did you know I used to live close enough to the beach in college that I could hear the waves crashing when I went to sleep? Did you know I didn't appreciate that opportunity enough?
I just love the beach. I have found the following to be true about the beach:
1) All food tastes better when eaten on the beach.
2) All books are better when read on the beach.
3) All photos taken on the beach are automatically awesome. (Exception: Photos featuring me in my bathing suit.)
Well, we didn't have any food or books, and luckily it wasn't really bathing suit weather, so I was able to take the following awesome pictures:
I don't know why, but I like to take pictures of our feet on the beach. I guess because I like to have some part of myself or somebody I know in the picture to prove we were there.
Perhaps because I used to go to the beach to reflect during my brooding college years, going to the beach always makes me all weirdly philosophical. The ocean is so big and powerful, so perfect and beautiful.
No doubt Nathan was also pondering life's deeper questions:
And even though it doesn't include any body parts belonging to myself or my family, I took this picture to help me remember the moment: