This morning it was a balmy 58 degrees outside. So the boys donned their swim trunks and their rash guards, I packed a lunch and we headed to the beach. The slough side was warmer than the ocean side so that's where they played. Maya learned the joy of throwing rocks in the water. Trevor felt the joy of chasing sandhill cranes while I tried to hide from the bird watchers and pretended not to know who that bad dog was.
Maya blowing bubbles on the beach.