This, my friends, is the moment.
San Elijo is aces for humans and beasts alike. Every soul will find plenty of time to relax, unwind, have a drink, read a book, sniff dogs butts, whatever floats your boat.
The humans, however, have more freedom to explore untethered. Beasts are expected to remain at camp, tied loosely but tied nonetheless. There is but one corner of that vast expanse of beach where the beasts are welcome to run free: Dog Beach!
After we'd packed up the westy and vacated camp on Thanksgiving Eve, we made a pit stop
|Yaaaaaaaaaay! Beach! Swimming!|
|What? In there? Oh no thank you dear, I'm fine up here on the sand.|
|This is my favorite seat.|
|Wait, I think I hear someone calling me.|
|I'll just have a little drinkie poo|
|K. ready, set...|
|Beach! Swimming! Frisbeeeeeeee!|
|That was awesome.|