I suppose, if I’m being completely honest, I’d miss this if we moved.
Not that we’re planning on moving anytime soon, but you know, the whole being able to hop on our bikes and ride down to the beach thing is a pretty strong reason to stay.
And where else would we be able to ride our bikes past rows of multi-million dollar houses and play which one should we buy today? ‘Cause, you know, we totally have the millions. We just can’t agree on the house. Yeah, that’s it. We’re just livin’ the dream.
The Husband led me down to the wedge. (Or is it The Wedge? With caps?) Okay, I had to Google. (How sad is that? I LIVE HERE.) Here’s the link in case you’re interested. There’s a video, too, and may I just say that those surfers are freaking nuts.
Actually, I thought The Wedge was a PLACE, but turns out it’s a wave. Not really sure how that works, ’cause aren’t all waves different? How do you go to a wave?
After seeing the video, I realize that these waves are really very tame, but the water was so beautiful. And the beach so peaceful, most people having chosen the more easily accessible areas. And by “easily accessible” I mean they wanted to be close to the bars. And I can’t say I blame them.
We were out on our bikes for five hours. Five. And here’s the big difference between The Husband and me. When we got home, the first thing I did was get in the shower and then immediately take a two-hour nap. Because FIVE HOURS.
The Husband’s first order of business was to go jump in the pool. And then go meet up with “the guys” to play a little poker. He was out all day. Nonstop. Like the energizer bunny. After my nap, I was a total zombie. Well, not enough of one to prevent me from picking up J for a quick frozen yogurt trip, but still. I was exhausted.
And why can’t I stop watching these birds? There’s just something about them, the way they advance and retreat in their endless effort to find food. Or maybe that’s just what they want us to think. Maybe they really are just dipping their toes in and running away again when they realize how freaking cold it is. Like children. (Or my husband.)
Filed under: Weekends
5 hours hey? How is your butt feeling? I would love views like that. We live on a “great lake” but the ocean water colors are far more beautiful.
The butt is much better after a couple days rest, thank you very much. Why are bike seats so brutal?
Five hours on a bike is a long time! Last time we did that, we were visiting San Fran and did a 20 mile ride (there were more breaks than riding).
I spent the weekend at the beach too! And I took a nap. or two. So we had the same weekend- except the part where I was stuck with my in laws and had to restrain myself from smacking sense into them….
I’m lucky. I only have one in-law that drives me nuts. Of course, I also happen to see her the most. Go figure.
Wow, those are some gorgeous photos! I am envious of your talent with a camera.
I woke up very thirsty this morning and the pics are making me even thirstier…I think it’s thirst for being in or around the water, not drinking it…can’t wait until I wing my way to the left coast in a couple of weeks! I’ll be just like the birds…
Thanks, Violet. I hope the weather holds for your trip! It’s been just beautiful lately.
The water looks so blue and beautiful. I’m not a beach person (too much people and too much people
but I wouldn’t mind living near a deserted beach.
Five hours on a bike is one hell of a workout!
Right? I totally earned that frozen yogurt. And I’m not one for crowds either (I know, shocker), but my husband loves the beach, loves the people, loves it all… so, I’m supportive.
Five hours?! Yipes! That beach is so beautiful. And there’s no people! My kind of place! Thanks for showing a little peak into your weekend!