Heart’s broken

Last Monday Col took me to Malibu to go rock climbing on the beach at Point Dune National Preserve

My lens is begging for a cleaning

Lizard!

We walked down the beach looking for the group

Found starfish instead

That we were apparently not allowed to be picking up

And realized we happened to be walking in the wrong direction

Back up we go

Finally found the kids

View from the top

Susan repels first

While everyone stares off into the distance

She made it!

Strapping in with our fearless leader. I hate heights, but he was so calm and cool about everything you kind of just trusted that it wasn’t a big deal to be all the way up there about to repel down a mountain hanging by a rope

Once you get going ya can fly down it

Woot! We waited at the bottom while everyone made their way down to have some snacks, throw the frisbee around and hear what exciting jobs they have. Everyone we’ve met in these hiking and rock climbing groups have been pretty great

Once we were all down we climb back up!

The shoes make so much of a difference. Little edges that stick out and don’t seem at all able to support your weight can actually handle it when you have them on.

 

A squirrel ran away with our apple core

Susan and Col scaling like a coupla gladiators

I felt like spiderman scaling this thing it was so much fun. Had to try to remember to use more muscles in your legs than in your arms which is the natural thing to want to do and pull yourself up, but if you plant your legs they do a lot of the work. Knowing this my arms were still wicked sore for a few days after

Around this point Col told me to turn to my right as a baby whale was breaching in the waves

So it’s Monday, we’re already rock climbing in Malibu and then a baby whale shows up? How is my heart not in this state? It’s clearly not working right.

Matt grabbed his scuba stuff to try and get a closer look

“Where’d he go?”

We had to jettison out of here to dog walk, but took a slight detour on the way home for some fresca fruta

EVERY single one of these strawberries was the perfect strawberry shape. Almost suspiciously so, and they were also gd delicious. We got another one of those awesome yellow mangos we had in Mexico and some black and blueberries

All which we have been bombing our beloved oatmeal with each morning

All real well played, California, well played