On Memorial Day we crossed off one of the things on the summer list. We hiked to Tomales Point with the babe. And then we ate oysters including a dozen that we brought home and shucked ourselves. Delish. Except, check out this mutant, steroid-bivalve monster:
Neither of us would eat it. It was simply too intimidating.
Start of the hike, we are fresh and ready for the 9.6 miles ahead. The day was typical of the northern California coast: foggy, cool, ethereal, and beautiful. Not everyone would classify this as a "beautiful day" but I would. Funny how this picture makes it look like a vast expanse of blue sky behind us. Do not be fooled, my friends! That is all fog....
The wildflowers were in full bloom. As far was we could see there were dainty, little delicate purple, yellow, and white blooms. To be fair, we couldn't see real far given the fog and all.
Ada loves hiking with her Daddy and I can see now why he loves to hike with her. She's a blast! About 5 minutes into the hike she was squealing at the other hikers, kicking her feet, smiling, pointing, grabbing to hold on to my finger as we hiked side by side. I hope that as she grows older she keeps a healthy respect for nature.
We saw some Tulle Elk grazing on a hillside near a little pond.
It was windy at the point but we stopped for our lunches in a clearing. Fog all around but we knew the ocean was there - the waves were crashing loudly on the rocky shore. The ocean is just so strong here. This coast has such a strange majesty. On the way back Ada fell asleep, hypnotized by the rhythmic foot-fall of her Daddy carrying her up and down the hills. So sweet...
Funny how the same path can look so different depending on your vantage point. I guess most things in life are that way. At the beginning of the hike we didn't notice this beauty in our haste to get to Tomales Point but it was there the whole time. Here was the finale:
Post-hike German beer with pretzels and wet hair from the fog.
Another perfect day!