What better way to spend a family vacation than at the beach?
My brother rented a fabulous house in Santa Cruz and me, Gene, Sibylle, Daniel and Kris spent a few days doing a whole lotta nothing. Now before you ask, no, Mom did not want to go. When you reach a certain age, which is apparently somewhere before 80, there comes a time when you just don't care much for packing, sleeping in a unfamiliar bed, and walking on the beach. As for the latter, first you have to walk from the house TO the beach (about a block), then you have to navigate the stairs DOWN to the beach (which were partially buried in sand, bringing to mind the Statue of Liberty in "Planet of the Apes"), and finally you have to WALK ON THE SHIFTING SAND and maybe even GET WET. Euw. Then you get to do it all over again backwards.
The only thing that got me through was the promise of alcohol when we got back to the beach house, and I am substantially less than 80.
Here are a few snaps. This time I used PictoBrowser to show them. You can advance to the next photo by clicking on the current big photo. You can also jump around using the thumbnails that show up when you hover your mouse over the bottom of the frame.
Of course Daniel has more pics, as I noted in yesterday's post.
Hm, it seems to be chopping people off. To see it in all its glory on Flickr, click here.
