The morning brought an amazing view of the beach, even though the marine cloud hung low until about 10:30 the weather was amazing. As the morning ended the sun came out and for us British Columbians who haven't seen much of the Sun this year it was a very welcome sight.

The day mainly consisted of the kids riding their bikes, even Taylor got into it making a very brave attempt to ride on 2 wheels for the first time while uncle Roland ran behind her attempting not to have a heart attack.

The beach was as you would expect any California beach to be big sandy and absolutely amazing, with giant breakers crashing onto the shore.

We spent an hour or so making friends with the manager of the KOA camp ground and he was pleasantly surprised when Jeff handed him a big fat Cuban, er' Dominican wink ;) wink ;) cigar. After getting to know him and his co-worker Bonnie we had to let him go back to his job helping the other guests, even though we could have chatted with him for another few hours. Definitely a very nice guy.

Tim and Sarah and their daughter Sedona from San Francisco were our neighbors across the street and we spent a few hours with them as well, talking and drinking a few cold ones (well at least Tim and I drank, Jeff spilled his cup three times, time for a spilly cup for him I think.

It became obvious that Micki really is Jeff's natural born daughter, when she managed to lock herinside her trailer, banging and yelling for someone to let her out.

Evening came and we set about making dinner, and getting about doing the adult thing with the kids getting pretty tired from their day in the hot California Sun, except for Taylor, that child has endless energy.

Just before bed Hanna and I went to the beach to watch the Sun set over the Pacific Ocean on a beautiful warm evening and an impressive sight is certainly was Grace and Emma joined us just as it was going down but the others missed it. (too bad !)

Back to the camp site and then Jeff and I went for a walk to let the girls do their own thing, it's funny how when men go for a walk with a full 40Oz. bottle of Sambuca it always comes back dry, and Jeff only managed to spill once or twice.

On the beach, drunk and feeling manly, Jeff decided that he should tell me how tough he really was and that no one could drop his ass, I told him that in this state the wind might blow him over but he insisted that it was impossible, poor guy never saw it coming and only realized he was on his ass when he was looking up at me and the stars above from the soft beach sand. but in typical Jeff fashion, he didn't learn from the first mistake and it took another for him to finally see the light.... the starlight.

Back at the campsite we had all had enough and were all quite tipsy so it was time for bed, early rise tomorrow and another long drive to Lake Tahoe.