We trekked out to the beach and it was HOT. The forecast was for an overpass day with storms around 5. I don't understand how meteorologists can be consistently wrong and keep there jobs. The feels like temp was 99. But we were at the beach with the water so all was well.
All was sort of well but where were the waves? We laughed at all the boards sitting in the sand and had ourselves a wonderful day regardless.
Last time we were there I left the big camera in the car due to the rain but this time I took it.
Warning, loads of photos.
|trek through the Sahara|
|Waves? Where are you|
|Waiting, just in case|
|those are ripples, not waves|
|maybe I can kick up some waves|
|this will do|
|someone would rather sit in a tide pool|
|She loved it|
|bottoming out on the shells is never a pain free experience|
|they look like surfer girls|
|these, beautiful as they are, are razor sharp|
|her favourite shell|
|crashing wave-lets. Too small to be called waves|
|toes in the sand|
|this girl too|
|so many shells|
|she makes me giggle, always|
|this bird stayed on this rock for hours|
|out of nowhere a large flock of gulls came to visit|
|the bird scarer|
|and the little sister falls for this stuff over and over again.|
|half of my heart|
|the other half of my heart|