We spent 4 days a week at the beach. All year long. We went to the beach on Thanksgiving AND Valentine's Day. And not like bundle up and go to the beach. Like it's hot let's go swimming.
We were spoiled in Cape May too. In the summer months, it was hot, and the water was (way) warmer than the Pacific.
Northern California is a whole new creature.
It was hot today. So I declared it Beach Day once Calen got picked up at noon from baseball camp. I figured, it's 93 degrees out, let's go boogie boarding! I was ready to even join in on the fun.
But it's Northern California.
As you drive into the beach head, the road gives you a sort of aerial view of the beach down below. And there, looming at us like a grinning evil nemesis of all things summer, is The Wall. The wall of fog that most Bay Area people are far too familiar with. It's thick, it's windy, it's COLD, and it doesn't go away. Where it was 90 degrees 2 miles from the beach, it was probably 50 with a wind chill down on the sand. We donned sweatshirts and tried to bury ourselves in the sand like ostriches stranded in Alaska, but it was no use. We lasted an hour and called it quits. Then drove home to the raging heat, 15 miles away.
Stupid Northern California.
We had fun while we were there anyways.
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| This perfectly depicts how different my kids are. Calen was freezing and required a hoodie. Cam was shivering but refused to wear one. |
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| "It's a Hot Sand Tub", Calen says |
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