beachcombing in december

Since there was a heat wave this weekend, we finally got to go to the shore!

It was seventy degrees on the way there, but the temperature dropped the closer we got to the coast, so it was really "only" sixty by the time we got there. I didn't even need a hat or gloves!


We went to the National Park where we usually go, since it's close, but instead of going to the second or third beach, we went all the way to the end of the peninsula to visit the oldest working lighthouse in the USA (did not take the tour) and walked around the old, boarded up barracks.

This was where we came for Remy's field trip last year and I wanted to show it to M and also visit the lighthouse, which we hadn't seen on the field trip. It was much smaller than I expected, but way traller than Remy expected, which was why we didn't take the tour.

Along the bayside walk back to the car, we found a tiny, sheltered cove which had a bazzilion beach stones, lots of shells and a few pieces of beach glass. I did my beach comber/ photographer thing while my guys skipped stones.

Well, one of them skipped stones. The other just threw handles of rocks into the water, yelling with glee.

We all had a lot of fun!