Two out of three of our party had never seen the Pacific Ocean in person, so we set out westward with Allison in tow to be obnoxious, mouths-agog tourists. It was one of our most poorly-planned trips, but also one of the most fun, with detours to lighthouses, coffee shops, and cheese factories.
We then drove to Oceanside, which turns out, it the most delightful little place on the coast. We got to play in the water, drink some tea and coffee and breathe the salty air.
We have spent the end of summer traveling the national parks. The start of autumn milking goats. Watched the sunset while the sea kissed us with salty mist. Also, John prepared for the coming of winter like a bastard son of Winterfell by shrinking his balls in the gentle, frigid waters of the Pacific. As Ice Cube once said, “It was a good day.” //M&J