Day 11: Venice Beach

One of my favorite themes found across this road trip has been how much we've been playing in the water. Swimming in Teton, drenched by the Seattle fountain, sunning on the shores of Lake Tahoe, and cruising down the Pacific coast in Big Sur. Visiting the beach yesterday, we were immediately bummed we didn't have our suits on, but also knew that we really needed to give ourselves time and prep for an entire beach day.

And we basically became the poster children for excellent beach days. Laying out our towels to play in the ocean and body surf on the waves. Evan caught the best one, cresting at least 10 feet high. After waging our war against the waves we ran back to our towels, basking in the sun, deepening our tan, and reading magazines amidst the clammer of countless other people beginning their own war against the tides. We buried Margaret in the sand and ate fruit and nuts. This point in the trip, our bathing suits had become a second skin, and it was no small disappointment to leave our costal paradise and join the throngs on a stationary LA highway.