Our impending move has been a little rough, so with Grandpa in town, we decided we had to make one more trip to the coast.
We had lunch in the forest and then walked a few hundred yards and played at the beach.
It was perfect weather, sunshine with not a cloud in the sky. Or at least, not very many.
We realized that 55 degrees in February was much warmer than 55 degrees in August.
We ended up at Arch Cape quite by accident. Happy, happy. If you ignore the baby crying for the final half hour of the trip, and the extreme grumpiness near the end of many involved, which I am choosing to do, it was a perfect day.