This Was a Ten

The other day I was feeling a little ho-hum. I looked at Devo and through telepathy, he suggested that I take him to the beach.

A couple of summers ago, Jay and his sister invented a Mickey Mouse voice for Devo and a numbering system where he would rate his experiences. For example. We leave him at home while we go out to dinner and perhaps close the door to our bedroom so he can't lie on our pillows. "Hey guys, this is a two". We take Devo to play frisbee at the park. "Guys, that was a nine"!

We drove to Half Moon Bay and stopped at a farm stand for a pint of strawberries. Then it was off to Pelican Point, a place I've been coming to since college, where my friends Susie and Marnie and I would escape to during (ahem, I mean after) classes.

I love running on the sand. Devo and I ran down to the end of this beach and then we went exploring.

Doesn't this look like a bouquet? Very nice arrangement, mussels!

The sand at this beach was nice. It was the kind that falls off of you really easily. I picked some up and rubbed it on my arms and legs and then easily brushed it off. Instant spa.

I like these sea grasses.

We sat down for awhile with the cliffs overhead.

After a couple of hours I felt so happy. When we were leaving, Devo said, "That was a ten".