If ever a day had perfect beach weather, yesterday did. January may not remind you of the beach, but we went anyway; my mom initiated a spontaneous trip to Santa Cruz with some good friends, and we couldn't help but marvel at the loveliness of it all.
(Little brother Nathan, and friend Chase)
It was a decidedly beachy day, not excluding hole digging, and castle building, wave jumping, and cliff climbing.
(Juliana and my sisters, Bethany & Mackenzie)
The day also included the essential thrown together sandy beach lunch. You know how it goes; it's time to leave and you remember you have to bring a lunch! So you riffle through the fridge, scan the cabinets, rummage through the pantry, and toss it in a basket.
I was, however, particularly pleased with our thrown together sandy beach lunch. Our sandwiches consisted of the following:
Homemade Bread (baked by myself)
Garlic Mustard Aioli
Purple Saurkraut (made by my mom)
Oh yes, blueberries too.
After a satisfactory lunch, my friend Chantel and I went and climbed a rock. It is gratifying to finally find oneself off the ground after at least a dozen failed attempts, you know?
The children, on their own explorations, were playing king of the
As the sun began to set, Channy and I took advantage of the evening glow.
The sun left us with a faint green flash, but you can be sure of this--the glow hasn't left us yet.