Thursday, May 30, 2013

Beach Time with Grandma and Grandpa

Grandpa showed us around one of his favorite haunts - San Simeon State Beach

This past weekend we decided to make a trip down the California coast with our first stop being in Cambria to visit Grandma and Grandpa. Nieve and Ronan always have a blast in this charming costal hamlet, especially when it involves playing at the beach.

Grandma and Nieve enjoying the perfect beach day

We lucked out with the weather - sunny with just a slight breeze - so we decided to spend our Saturday at San Simeon State Beach. The water was magnificent, the winds mild, and the scenery was stunning. It was a perfect day for a leisurely stroll on the sand.

Nieve scrawling her name in the sand

This is how Ronan feels about spending an afternoon at the beach

Ronan and Nieve (like most children) love all things about the beach. I enjoy watching the two of them flex their creativity in using both the water and sand.

Jubilation. For Ronan, that means running at breakneck speed.

Nieve started by testing out the wetted sand as a medium to write letters in (she did an "N" for Nieve). She also tried out her running legs, clearly enjoying the feeling of beach beneath her feet.

We all made our way down the beach, each at our own pace

Grandpa, on a photo-walk

Ronan was also thrilled at the opportunity to run. He was a dizzying display of energy, running large, fast circles around the rest of us.

And so the hunt begins...

...with Nieve in fast pursuit

At one point he saw a large flock of seagulls standing in the sand and he decided the best thing to do was to simply chase after them, screeching in a loud, high-pitched voice.

Ronan and Nieve, the seagull's bane

Nieve had long since quit but Ronan kept at it

After the gulls scattered, they reformed and landed a hundred yards up the beach. The tireless Ronan simply ran on to their new resting place, screeching and scattering the gulls again.

Proper sand angel technique

Ronan's angel family... one for each of us. Very thoughtful.

Ronan took a rest from running to create some winged creatures of his own. Perhaps taking inspiration from his time in the snow, Ronan methodically made a 'family of sand angles'. His process was deliberate and effective; he made six of them (one for each of us at the beach), all easily recognizable as angels.

A little seal and his trail

Once finished with the angels Ronan flipped onto his belly and began to drag himself down the beach. When I asked him what he was doing, he replied, "Dad, I'm a seal. This is how seals move."

Kicking the waves in front of a stunning backdrop

Our little girl testing out her courage

Nieve, a little startled by a crashing wave, comes running back to shore

Nieve joined Ronan in the sand play, trying to dig holes near the edge of the lapping waves. Occasionally the waves would get the two of them wet, resulting in a couple of soaked, chilly kids.




When being cold > fun being had, it's time for a change

At this point we decided that wetsuits were essential to keeping hypothermia at bay for both Ronan and Nieve. Once shod in neoprene the kids resumed their frolicking in the ocean.

Warm once more, it's time to restart the digging

Diving over waves is also a blast

Nieve, hang on to that hat!

We stayed for a bit longer but dinnertime was fast approaching and we had to call it a (albeit wonderful) day. San Simeon beach is a fantastic place to visit, and during our next trip I think we'll try renting a kayak and exploring some natural caves on the north side of the cove. Thank you Grandma and Grandpa for a perfect stay!

Ronan's goodbye valediction to the sea

Nieve at the close of a fantastic day


CalBadger said...

It was great seeing you guys last seemed as though Nieve and Ronan approved of our new back yard as much as our three brittanys do. I hope that we get to see you all more often--it means a lot to us to see your bubbling faces and inquisitive minds!

Holly Teetzel said...

Neat pix! You really captured Ronan's wild abandon - he clearly loved it there. I got a kick out of his imitation of a seal hauling itself around the beach. Very perceptive - I mean how many times have you tried to do that? Or any of us, for that matter.