And Sunday it was.
It was a gorgeous day, and we got ourselves out into it in record time, being Kennedys and all. We packed up the westy and headed West(y). I know you don't want to hear it if you're all covered in snow and whatnot, but we hadn't had very many perfect days in the previous month or so, and we San Diegans get righteously indignant when we aren't delivered our regular dose of perfection, at least where the weather is concerned. So we knew it would be crowded at the beach on this long lost beautiful day, and the thing about Westy Day at the beach is that it's not just a journey, it's a destination. If you don't nab a great parking spot, you might as well be driving a Buick. But the gods were smiling upon us that day, because we got a great spot, where we set up home base and were soon joined by our frousins.
We frolicked about for a bit, as we tend to do,
And then we set off on the epic adventure toward The Secret Beach.
It was bonus time!
Low tide= tide pools!
Eventually, we dragged ourselves away from the wee marine creatures to continue our journey along the stunning cliffs of Point Loma:
Until we reached the familiar gateway
to our beautiful secret beach.
|No man is an island...|
After everyone was found to be adequately dry and dressed, we endured the tragedy of a goodbye, with promises to soon cross the molehills that separate us.
And then it was back to just us, with great lighting, and then a sunset for the ages.