Moonstone Beach

I grew up in Northern California, land of big trees and frigid frigid beaches. When we were kids mom would sometimes dress us in our snow suits to take us to the beach. There are warm days, though, where you can get away with wearing your swimsuits as long as you put a hoodie on over it.
Elena jumping off the dunes into the mouth of the Mad River.

A windy smile.

Big sister Kimber enjoying the sunshine.

Rodgrio climbing to the top of the rocks.

Grandpa staring out at the ocean.

Playing in the sand with grandma is the best part of the beach.

Mom, I am a little sandy.

endnote - keva and i got married at this beach and it was fun to remember the wedding and sad to be there without keva (love you honey)