After an afternoon spent throwing away some of the random junk that has piled up in our garage, and a lovely lunch, Robb suggested that we drive to Alameda and take a walk on the beach.
The pelicans were flying.
Kids were frolicking.
I gawked at the wildflowers.
And, as is so often the case in California, I had no idea what I was looking at.
Robb didn't walk for a particularly long distance, but he managed to walk on the beach without his ankle braces, and also collected sand in his sandals.
It was a lovely way to end a day.