Jill's Journal: What a perfectly splendid way to spend a Sunday afternoon. The little, two-lane highway Kristi and Adam live on practically dead-ends at the ocean about 25 minutes down the road. After some delectable fish tacos for lunch while outdoors in sight of the ocean, the beach at Morro Bay was beckoning.
Erika met an owl named “Gooch” on the way.
This really, really big rock looks deceptively small in this photo, but see the vehicles in the bottom right corner? Yes, it’s a reeeeeally big rock. First named by explorer Juan Cabrillo in 1542, Morro Rock was a sacred place for Indians long before that. It’s sometimes called the “Gibraltar of the Pacific.”
A fun family shot.
Madelyn was like a little mountain goat bounding over the rocks on the way to the jetty. She was even more sure-footed than the dog!
And speaking of the dog, Meisje was so eager to hit the beach…far more eager than Adam, who cracked me up by worrying about his white legs in this photo. I believe he stopped worrying when I rolled up my pants and he saw how white mine are. Hey, we've been in cold weather since Labor Day!
Meisje soon became a wet, sandy dog, but a very happy one. I imagine she’ll be getting hosed down or at least toweled down tonight.
Not everyone is lucky enough to have dipped their toes in both the Atlantic and the Pacific in their lifetimes, much less in the span of a few months. We are so blessed. No matter how much we say it, the girls don’t quite comprehend yet how fortunate we are to be on this journey; I hope they’ll understand someday.
Victoria dove into the chilly water a little more than any of us expected! Luckily, Daddy’s sweatshirt was almost a perfect fit…almost.
Jill's Journal: What a perfectly splendid way to spend a Sunday afternoon. The little, two-lane highway Kristi and Adam live on practically dead-ends at the ocean about 25 minutes down the road. After some delectable fish tacos for lunch while outdoors in sight of the ocean, the beach at Morro Bay was beckoning. 
Erika met an owl named “Gooch” on the way.
This really, really big rock looks deceptively small in this photo, but see the vehicles in the bottom right corner? Yes, it’s a reeeeeally big rock. First named by explorer Juan Cabrillo in 1542, Morro Rock was a sacred place for Indians long before that. It’s sometimes called the “Gibraltar of the Pacific.”
A fun family shot. 
Madelyn was like a little mountain goat bounding over the rocks on the way to the jetty. She was even more sure-footed than the dog! 
And speaking of the dog, Meisje was so eager to hit the beach…far more eager than Adam, who cracked me up by worrying about his white legs in this photo. I believe he stopped worrying when I rolled up my pants and he saw how white mine are. Hey, we've been in cold weather since Labor Day!
Meisje soon became a wet, sandy dog, but a very happy one. I imagine she’ll be getting hosed down or at least toweled down tonight. 
Not everyone is lucky enough to have dipped their toes in both the Atlantic and the Pacific in their lifetimes, much less in the span of a few months. We are so blessed. No matter how much we say it, the girls don’t quite comprehend yet how fortunate we are to be on this journey; I hope they’ll understand someday. 
Victoria dove into the chilly water a little more than any of us expected! Luckily, Daddy’s sweatshirt was almost a perfect fit…almost.
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Looks like you already got your Central Coast sushi! I'm jealous...
Hey, we're headed that way THIS Saturday for a birthday party, any chance you'd be willing to meet us in Solvang?
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