powah

Ahhhhhh, San Elijo.

What is it about that place?

When I first made the magical arrangements for my girl to extend her stay in the Cee Tee and be accompanied back home by her Grammy, I forgot that the one lowly night we'd managed to secure at San Elijo would fall right in the middle of mom's San Diego visit.

We considered cancelling the reservation, I was travel weary and busy at work. But everyone was looking forward to it, and the kids both had a friend in mind to bring along. unfortunately, my boy's designated buddy busted his foot at the skate park and was not deemed fit company for the camping/beach/88 stairs to pee agenda, so the two of them opted for a landlocked destination on our one night.

Which meant but one thing.... grrrrrrrrrrlllllllllllzzzzzzzzzzz  

Specifically, girls on surfboards.

Behold:
   

girls rule.