Bolinas, California

A Stroll and a Ginger Ale Settles A Tummy

Sunbeams on the Beach

Digging for Sand Ammunition

Yay, Bolinas!

Baby in a Backpack

There is a funky little artist/surfing community just off of Highway One, north of San Fransisco called Bolinas. William, Wyatt and I may never have known of it's existance, had Carolina not called us one Saturday to see if we wanted to join her for a little daytrip. 

We met her in Mill Valley. She parked her car, then jumped in ours and did the navigating as William drove the car up and around turn after windy turn. I was seriously regretting the fact that I had no dramamine on me, as my stomach swished and sloshed and I felt my face turning green. The ride from Mill Valley to Bolinas, although in total was probably only 20 minutes, felt like about an hour, and I was grateful that upon our arrival, I found the dusty little 100 year old grocery store and in it I bought a yummy, old fashioned ginger ale to soothe my tummy. 

Carolina planned to surf on this trip. She slithered into her wet suit and headed down to the water with her surfboard. There were a surprising amount of surfers, both young and old there. I had bought a large sketch pad a few days earlier and I brought some charcoals with me to draw with.  This meant that William was going to wrangle Wyatt. However, drawing proved difficult as I was often sharing my small blanket with Wyatt and William. 

This trip to the beach, Wyatt was old enough to enjoy the sand, and he loved scooping it up in his little hands and letting it squish through his fingers. He also decided it would be fun to scoop up sand and stand behind me as I sat on the blanket, and pour fistfuls of sand down my back. It was just about the funniest thing ever, as it confirmed what I have thought for a while: my nearly one year old child has quite the mischeivious sense of humor! In fact, as he was pouring little fistfuls of sand down the back of my shirt, he was giggling and chuckling and cracking himself up. That little bugger.