Point Reyes National Seashore

I am not a spur-of-the-moment girl.  Not at all.  I like to plan ahead.  I like to have advanced notice.

So when Gil said one Saturday morning after our now traditional Saturday morning pancakes that he wanted to give his car battery a deep charge, "let's go to the coast," I surprised myself by saying, "Yes, please!  Let's go."

Within a half hour we were ready to go but the battery was fully dead and we ended up getting a new one.  We still decided to go.  Our destination was Point Reyes National Seashore, just north of San Francisco.  

I love this picture!  My two men, hiking down the trail. (I know, it's a little hard to see them.)

There were plenty of sticks and rocks and sand for Wesley.  He was in heaven. 

We hiked around an estuary with the goal of reaching the ocean.  However, after a few hours we came to a trail sign that said it was another two miles to the true coast and that we'd already done about four.  Wesley walked most of it himself.  He has the makings of a great hiker!  We decided to turn around and drive to a beach access instead of hiking farther.

Wesley loved, loved, loved the sand.

Gil, as any good father, dug a hole and put Wes in it.  Wes loved it!

It was a wonderful spur-of-the-moment adventure.