The day after visiting Muir Woods, I was once again barreling up Hwy 1. This is not a usual area for me to come to, so I was quite amused by my being there two days in a row. I was also a bit concerned. If you remember, it had been quite cold in Muir Woods the day before and this time I was headed along the same road but to the beach, Stinson Beach.
One of Mr. Trizzle’s friends had arranged the outing. A nice group of people spending the day on the warm sand. A cooler full of beer, snacks and a frisbee. What more could you need? Ok, we appreciated the beach towels, citenge cloth and suntan lotion, too.
It was a little cold when we first arrived, but the beach was still crawling with people. The biggest attraction was the bubble man. Dipping a long string tied to wire poles into some soap, the bubble man raised his arms to the sky inviting the wind. Beautiful large bubbles floated through the sky, elongated rainbows that shifted shape as they glided overhead. Children scrambled and ran after the small bubbles that trailed behind.
The sun warmed the sand and the crowd on the beach increased. It didn’t take more than a few games of Frisbee to find my layers unnecessary, and soon I was laying out in my bathing suit.
It was interesting, the group, how different our concepts of hot and cold were. While I was fabulously comfortable frolicking in my bathing suit, Mr. Trizzle lay on a chair, sleeping under a citenge cloth in jeans, a t, a long-sleeved t, and a sweatshirt. One of his friends lay next to him on the sand, similarly clad. Meanwhile, the friend who had arranged everything was far out into the Pacific Ocean, diving into waves in his swim trunks. (I had gotten as far as standing on the sand where the waves had splashed up. The sand alone was so frigid, I’d gone scampering back up the beach to our base.)
Whether sleeping, swimming or sunbathing, we all had a fabulous time.
Well, I did have a fabulous time at the beach, but when I got home and saw where I’d missed with the suntan lotion, it was less fabulous. The tops of my legs were tomato red. Luckily, I’d had Mr. Trizzle help me with my back, so I only had one missed patch. Interesting shape though; reminds me of a continent I once lived on…