As I’m sure many of you know, southern California suffered thru a major heatwave last weekend with record temps everywhere. The biggest record broken was an afternoon temp of 113 on Monday. Yikes! Our little 60-year old house doesn’t have air conditioning, and hit 93 in the house Monday evening, so we often have to get creative when it comes to staying comfortable.
On Sunday, Bill and I packed Tommy in the car right around naptime and planned to spend some time with our friend Eugene, who was in town from Seattle. Since Tommy fell asleep before we even got on the freeway, and nothing pressing that we needed to do, we just decided to keep driving. (Eugene was watching the Seahawks game with some friends anyway.) Within an hour we found ourselves passing Mission Viejo, well on our way to San Diego. Tommy woke up right around San Clemente, so Bill pulled off the freeway and we headed for whatever beach was at that exit.
We ended up at San Clemente State Beach and had a great time as Tommy got to put his toes in the Pacific Ocean for the first time.
It wasn’t too busy on this side. (you can just barely see the railroad tracks on the right of this photo. That’s an Amtrak trip we plan to take one day when Tommy is older, as much of the trip is right along the beach)
With a little bit of walking the crowd thinned out considerably.
Despite the complete lack of smiles, he really had a great time. He still wasn’t quite sure what to make of the water and the noise, but he was fascinated with the sand and random rocks and seaweed. And he only tried to put sand in is mouth once. We ended up having to change his clothes and diaper and were amazed with how much sand ended up everywhere. There was a wonderful breeze that cut the heat really well. That combined with the cold water made for a really refreshing afternoon.