During my blogging hiatus we took a trip to California. I was stressed from work and we decided that a break between Thanksgiving and Christmas would help with all of that holiday stress.
We flew into Long Beach, picked up our car and headed to Newport where we were going to stay for a few days. We didn't really have anything planned other than to hang out, visit the beach and just relax.
The first day was beautiful! The sun was out. It was much warmer than Utah and we didn't have to go to work.
The day was awesome! Unfortunately, the next morning a storm that was supposed to come the next week started to rain on our parade. It was still sunny and beautiful but the wind had a not so friendly chill to it. We decided we would take a drive down the 101 and see what we could find.
And of course it was that day that the ocean and I got into a fight. There I am standing on the beach admiring the scenery and listening to the ocean, when a big wave suddenly washes ashore and before I can get out of the way I get hit.
It's cool I can survive. We jump in the car and I make Jon run the floor heater to try and dry out my shoes. I pretty much dry off, just have sand in my shoes. Oh well, a souvenir.
We get back in the car and head out to another beach. Since Jon usually takes the pictures, we find this cool spot and I tell him to go out and stand on the rock. It's in the ocean so he has to wait for the tide to go back to get to the rock. I am hoping for this awe inspiring picture where the waves are crashing behind him.
I think he stood there for a good 5 minutes and this was the best shot I could get.
Not what I was imagining.
Jon comes back and then it's my turn to go to the rock. No problem, right? Wrong! Remember how I said the ocean and I got in a fight?
Enter me running to the rock.
Right as I jump up on the rock, what do I see?
That huge wave that is supposed to make the impressive picture, only it's WAY bigger than I thought and I have no where to go.
Ocean - 2 Bekah - 0 and soaked. Now I am completely wet and covered in sand. The ocean just knew how to get me. It waited until I wore the most absorbent hoodie I packed and then got me.
On the last day we went out to Balboa Island, just to see what we could see. We went out on the Pier and were lucky enough to see some dolphins.
And this guy
We went to our last beach and watched the sailboats and the storm come in before we had to head back to the car and drive to the aiport.
The End.
We flew into Long Beach, picked up our car and headed to Newport where we were going to stay for a few days. We didn't really have anything planned other than to hang out, visit the beach and just relax.
The first day was beautiful! The sun was out. It was much warmer than Utah and we didn't have to go to work.
The day was awesome! Unfortunately, the next morning a storm that was supposed to come the next week started to rain on our parade. It was still sunny and beautiful but the wind had a not so friendly chill to it. We decided we would take a drive down the 101 and see what we could find.
And of course it was that day that the ocean and I got into a fight. There I am standing on the beach admiring the scenery and listening to the ocean, when a big wave suddenly washes ashore and before I can get out of the way I get hit.
It's cool I can survive. We jump in the car and I make Jon run the floor heater to try and dry out my shoes. I pretty much dry off, just have sand in my shoes. Oh well, a souvenir.We get back in the car and head out to another beach. Since Jon usually takes the pictures, we find this cool spot and I tell him to go out and stand on the rock. It's in the ocean so he has to wait for the tide to go back to get to the rock. I am hoping for this awe inspiring picture where the waves are crashing behind him.
I think he stood there for a good 5 minutes and this was the best shot I could get.
Not what I was imagining.Jon comes back and then it's my turn to go to the rock. No problem, right? Wrong! Remember how I said the ocean and I got in a fight?
Enter me running to the rock.
Right as I jump up on the rock, what do I see?
That huge wave that is supposed to make the impressive picture, only it's WAY bigger than I thought and I have no where to go.
Ocean - 2 Bekah - 0 and soaked. Now I am completely wet and covered in sand. The ocean just knew how to get me. It waited until I wore the most absorbent hoodie I packed and then got me.On the last day we went out to Balboa Island, just to see what we could see. We went out on the Pier and were lucky enough to see some dolphins.
And this guy
We went to our last beach and watched the sailboats and the storm come in before we had to head back to the car and drive to the aiport.
The End.
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4 comments:
I'm glad you guys ran away, I think everyone needs that sometimes. I'm jealous!
I loved your story about battling the ocean. I think you should just be happy that Jon CAUGHT the picture of the wave soaking you. At least you have that!
Jon was pretty excited that he got the picture of the wave hitting me.
I'm excited Jon got that picture too! SO funny.
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