Brad's not fond of beaches (I don't even know what planet he's from). So when the opportunity arose this morning to meet our neighbors at a new beach up the coast, I said heck yes! Let's squeeze that in before we pick up Brad in the early afternoon.
I swear we enjoy being as stupidly busy as humanly possible.
We explored a new beach today, called Goat Rock Beach (I didn't get it. There were no goats, and no rocks that looked like goats. What a stupid name) up highway 1 on the Sonoma coastline. The beach itself is right up against the mouth of the Russian River, which makes it an even more unique experience. Hmmm, what am I in the mood for? The river? Walk 30 yards to the right. The ocean? 30 yards to the left.
Unfortunately and unbeknownst to me, this stretch of Sonoma coastline (10 mile stretch from Jenner to Bodega), is home to the most dangerous beaches in the state of California, #1 of those is Goat Rock.
Stay out the oceans! Jesus!!
Seems totally safe. Let's go swimming. |
I wasn't in the mood to slip into a rip current or get eaten by a shark anyways.
The river mouth is fantastic. Super calm water (almost lake-like), pebbly sand, and though it wasn't super warm, the kids got right in, drove their plastic boats around, chased a particularly persistent seagull and had a great time. We lasted an hour and a half or so until we had to leave to pick up Brad.
Mouth of the Russian River |
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