Stinson Beach

When we were trying to come up with things to do when Grandma and Tory came to visit, it occurred to me that Tory had never seen the ocean. The ocean/San Francisco is about 3 hours from us, so we decided to make a day trip. We finally got there after weaving around and around the mountains and forest, which were pretty, but weren't the beach. It was cool and cloudy and misty, not at all what we had anticipated, although Steven did, so some of us had jackets. It was the ocean though, and Tory loved it. Emma was not so fond of it. She much more enjoyed playing in the sand, and then got hungry enough she decided to eat it until Daddy just took her to the car. Next time, in a very long time, that we go back, we will just make a day of it...and try to come more prepared...with food, more towels, etc.

This is the beach?

Tory in the ocean.

I found your foot, Daddy.

Foggy day at the beach, and in the mountains.

Building/destroying sandcastles with Daddy.

 Sorry about the blurry pictures...I didn't realized my lens was getting wet.

Walking to see the water.

Looking at the water with Mom.

I guess it's ok if you are holding me.

No, I don't like it!!! Mom, hold me!! Take me back to the sand!

Chilling with Grandma, far away from the water.

More fog.

Playing with the sand...before eating it.

Finding Daddy's leg.

Silly girl.

She may have eaten a little sand, and gotten it every where else all over her.