Life's a beach

After yesterday's lazy-fest and culminating viewing of "The Swiss Family Robinson" I felt the need to do (and really do) something.  A last minute beach invite from a friend was just the ticket, so this morning we packed up our things that could get sandy and headed out the door to the beach.  Two wrong turns, and 70 minutes later we were there.  It was a gloriously perfect first day of summer and the people of San Francisco were there en mass to celebrate this fact.  The beach was full, as was the parking lot, but karma was kind today and we snagged a premier spot only a few yards from where we wanted to make camp.  I delight in details such as these.  Clean floors and good parking spots are my bread and butter these days.

Offspring immediately set to frolicking in the waves, no doubt imagining she was some animal or another.  (usually a horse, or an otter)  Numero dos was uncharacteristically cautious and under constant worry that our beach shovel would be washed away by the slowly rising tide.  The Third thoroughly despised the sandy mess and refused to leave the blanket.  Even still we basked in the sun (with sunscreen), got sufficiently sandy, and ate tacos from the most beautifully located Taco Bell I've ever seen.  (Really, it was on the beach.)

We stayed until the late afternoon, surrendering to the traffic that awaited our drive home.  And although it took us one and a half movies to finally make it back to our little neck of the woods, the beach was worth it.  The sun was worth it.  We did something today.

A fine way to ring in the first day of summer.