Pacific Ocean

One of the things I love about living in the West is how easy it is to go from one type of terrain to another and within a short drive-- relatively. There are forested mountains, rivers, lakes, deserts and the ocean. Last week I was wading a desert stream. (I am rarely near water without wading, swimming or at least getting my hand dipped in it.) This week I was wading in the Pacific Ocean.
The stream did not surprise me by several higher than expected waves-- although desert streams are fully capable of doing that and more. (When in the desert, near streams or rivers, one must keep an eye out for the possibility of flash floods. They can come from storms miles away and out of sight.) The ocean wave that surprised me was really two-- a bit higher than expected and not remotely dangerous although I hadn't planned to wade more than knee deep. When I am at the ocean, I always keep my eyes on the surf-- except when I am having my photo taken.
These photos are all from this week-end. The people you see in the one above are our family-- four adult kids (two by birth and two by marriage) and four grandchildren. This beach was more or less private for those who had houses on it, not readily accessible for others.

It was a wonderful week-end with perfect beach weather. It was a lovely house to rent with a view of the beach from the windows, dunes right outside the deck providing safe places for the children to play. We had lots of laughter, interesting conversations, good food, hugging time with grandkids, and the Pacific Ocean. It was good. Oh, I said that.
The last photo is of Seal Rock on our way home Sunday morning.