etched in stone

In the morning . .

we walked through the shops at the outlet mall in Seaside.
There were things there that made me homesick. .

and things that made him wonder how things were going on the farm.

It was a passing thought for him ..

he put the wonder right out of his mind and resumed his vacation.

I spent some time looking at children's clothes . . .

and brought a bag out of the store for my bag handler to deal with.

By the time we got back to our campground the sun was fully out and we took the lane down to the beach . ..and then turned left to walk as far as we could.

The way to tell if a man is beginning to feel rested. . .

is if you are followed down the length of the beach ..

being poked in the neck with a claw.

Once we got the the outcropping of rocks . .

he pursued his interest in playing chicken with the ocean.

It is always intriguing to know how far the tide is out ..

and how quickly it will come in.

I called out encouragement that it looked bad for him.

I told him to take off his socks and shoes and make a run for it.

He won that round.

I did mention to him that hide and go seek would be a lot more fun with the wee ones.

He reminded me that he can be fun too. . .

and set about .. .

etching it in stone.

All for now . . .