…the Bug and I spent our 4ourth of July in Ocean Beach, with some friends. We got there nice and early, to enjoy hassle free parking and a couple hours of a relatively sparse beach crowd. At one point, there was nary a clear pathway from the sand to the water’s edge. I had to remind Ren more than a couple times to not step on blankets and towels, as initially, he would simply beeline directly to or from the water, veering only to avoid a prone or supine sunbather.
After 15 hours of revelry (well, perhaps it was more like 30% revelry/70% keeping an eye on Ren) we called it a day. Had we made it, say, 17 hours, we probably would’ve had a shorter drive home. Still, it wasn’t that bad, and even if it had only taken us 15 minutes, Ren still wouldn’t have been conscious when we hit the driveway. We slept the kind of sleep that only comes after a day of walking in the Sun and sand and splashing in the waves.
Speaking of which, the Bug seems to have made friends with the waves. By the end of the day, he was leaping off mounds of seaweed into the knee-deep froth of smaller waves. Even when he’d get a faceful of ocean, he’d pop up sputtering, but smiling.