Thats Just Beachy

After almost a month of saying "oh hey, we should go to the beach" and then plans changing, things coming up, we finally went. We wake up early in the morning, prep our items to take and I check the weather. 57 as a high on the beach, 93 here locally. I feel insane packing a sweater and long pants. In retrospect I should of brought a parka and a heavy blanket. 57 on the beach maybe during the peak. We ended up getting there still early in the morning and it was frigid! So this is on our drive to the bay. Passing through the heart of San Francisco.

Foggy and grey. Which I love, I wish it was cold year round. I can't stand it when it is so hot. My motto is "you can always put more on, but you can only take so much off"

There is the famous Alcatraz Prison!

We finally reach the beach, cold, but beautiful. I love the smell of the sea water in the breeze, the soft sand between the toes. I can even stand the sound of the sea gulls, unless they are trying to steal your food! We bundle up, walk out to a good spot to set up camp. Ahh, time to kick the shoes off (if we were wearing any) and just relax.

Just two of us, with our picnic, snuggled up for warmth, watching the waves crash on the shore.

Soon more people are gathering on the beach. Even people flying kites. I have always wanted to fly kites on the beach, but never got around to it. I will have to keep it in mind for the next time.

The sun has come out! We pass a frisbee back and forth (I'll have you know, I am not very good at it). Each time, I almost hit the party right behind us, so we put it away and decide to walk around.

Of course no trip is complete with out the "lets try to take a pic of us together" Shot.

With our wind blown hair, no beach shot in the background and reflections of our arms, This is a keeper.

As the beach gets more crowded, as the sun burns away the fog, its time to leave. So we are on our way to the car when.. *SPLAT* right on my arm. Of course, I got tagged by a passing sea gull. To make it even better, I discovered I had a hole in my 'new' favorite pair of jeans, in an inappropriate place to wear in public, spot. I just got over the trauma of my 5 year old jeans being worn into ruins. With so much trouble finding jeans just a week ago, I have to do it all over again!

I can not let that damper my day, over all it was really nice. Great before the start of another work week.