I set the alarm for 6am so I could hit the road to Stinson Beach and climb Mt. Tamalpias on Saturday. Maybe I had a little bit too much wine with dinner the night before, or maybe that extra hour I spent at work caught up with me, but for the life of me I could not get out of bed until 10am. (Beylah being especially snugly that morning was not helping matters, nor were the adorable kittens attacking my feet as I shook them under the covers).
After a nice little breakfast out on the porch Beylah and I took off for Santa Cruz instead of just loafing around the house. She had wanted to check "Fly a Kite" off her own little list. We dug up a crummy little $5 Owl Kite in a stationary shop in downtown and drove out to Wadell Beach to try to fly it (I also wrote about my hiking trip to this beach back in July). I can not overstate the crumminess of this kite. In fact its sort of a blessing we took on its crumminess and not some poor child because we didn't break down into tears when it failed.
Beylah gets righteous on the owl kite.