Yesterday Danny dusted off his running shoes and ran with me for the second time since his quad-dipsea in November. (The first time was last weekend.) All three of us ran the Run for the Seals, up in the Marin headlands, a race my friend Kayje was doing for her birthday (which is the day before my dad's, which was yesterday, Happy Birthday, Dad!) and I'm so glad she invited us along because it was the most gorgeous run I have had in a very long time. And maybe if Kayje is reading this she will send me photos we took during the race so I can post them here as well.
(She did! Thanks Kayje! This shows exactly how much fun we had in this race.)All the photos I took were really really awful because I didn't realize I had my ISO set wrong because I am apparently not ready to own a nice camera. I figured it out eventually, though. (Sort of. Still kind of blurry, which is frustrating to me because it was such a stunningly clear day. Anyway.) Here is one of the seals we ran for:
After our run, we decided to go for a little drive up to Pt Reyes so Jack could take a nap, and he took an epically long one, so we just kept driving. It is so lush in California right now after all this rain we've been having, the headlands were an almost unheard of vibrancy of green, undulating out to a sparkling ocean, so clear you could see all the way out to the Farallons and all the way down to Pigeon Pt. I am very sad for all of you who didn't get to see it that I didn't even attempt to take photos out the moving car window, but it was one of those experiences that was so beautiful you doubt if you'd do it justice anyway.
When Jack woke up, we stopped for oysters on Tomales Bay. Jack had clam chowder. I had half a crab, and decided barbequed oysters are my new seafood of choice because they are just as tasty and require far less effort. I still don't know how Danny can eat them raw, though. And that is why I will never be an epicure. Jack patiently sat through our leisurely lunch and then let us know that it was his turn to do what he wanted to do for a while. And what he wanted to do was to go for a walk.
But I should not go without mentioning, especially since it's the title of this post, that this beach was a bit of a trek from the parking lot (maybe a 1/4 mile?) and Jack walked the whole way there. And back.
We were very proud of him. His first hike! He was pretty pleased with himself, and I hope this marks the beginning of many many family adventures. And I hope he's not as whiny about them as I was for most of my childhood. Do as I say, not as I did, okay Jack?
3 comments:
Great catch up entries. Thanks Becky.
Love that ocean, Jack. It's the Pacific. She is mighty powerful. You will learn her ways.
Granddad and I spend the beautiful week-end volunteering with HRAP and helping little ones, like yourself, and their parents watch for the dangerous, winter, cross-surges of the in-coming tide. Cannon Beach had many visitors. The winter low tides are not very "low" and the storms have sanded over or scoured out much of the marine garden life.
What a fun day! I can't wait to take my kids to see the ocean again!
Don't feel bad about the ISO mistake. That's how you learn, and you probably won't make that mistake again. Well, I still do it from time to time, but usually, I catch myself after the first few bad looking pictures. :)
Can you arrange beach weather like that for us when we're out there to visit? Someday, we'll have time to properly photograph gorgeous vistas and then make huge wall-size prints to decorate various rooms. Fun, huh?
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