cj65
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Alright Bugs Bunny fans......
Who remembers Bug's Bunny with Daffy Duck tunnel traveling, popping out of his hole, and shouts, "Pismo beach, and all the clams we can eat!" ? Since that moment as a little tyke growing up in CA in the early 70's have wanted to go to Pismo Beach. I finally knocked it off my bucket list, and actually fitted it into a work day. Lucky man I am. I had a quick job in San Luis Obispo, and Pismo (really Grover beach in Pismo) is only 15 miles south on the 101. I told my 3 oldest 3 boys, (my twins and my stepson) that they could come, and after my job site visit, we could drive on the beach (hence my bucket list). So, without further ado, please enjoy my boring home movies... I mean pictures.
I felt right at home...... Pirate guarding the gate. Arrrrghhh!
You pay the pirat.... I mean guard shack dude $5 and drive right in, on the sand!
The boys were a little disappointed about the waves, really not ridable, and it was barely 60 degrees at 2 pm, with a healthy wind blowing. Killian was brave enough to go in, but when the wind hit your wet body, your nipples were hard enough to scratch a windshield. They were braver than I. I just soaked my vericose veins, the cold water felt good. (Movie line from somewhere) but I am dealing with vericosities.
I took a few pot shots at the pelicans with my digital, and shot these two, not too bad for a moving target, and my not so steady cold hands.
The down side, if there is one, is to be careful of cross traffic. It is a bit different from a traditional beach, look both ways as you enter the ocean.
This was a cool surprise. The horses were quite at home in the water, not freaked out at all. This must be a regular hang out for them.
I kept my eye out for floatin' fertilizer!
Next, I found myself upon a teachable moment.
I was horrified, but felt as a father, I needed to teach my boys a life lesson. "Boys, come here I need to talk to you guys," I said. They knew my serious tone, and were concerned enough to respect my wishes... (Who am I kidding, they were sucking up to dad cause I took them to a cool beach). Anyways, I said boys, I want to show you something you need to avoid as you guys enter your teen years.... I do not want you to succumb to peer pressure. You need to just say no to.....
Segways!
I told them, "see how the kid was slouching like a deflated emo on an all Snickers diet? I could see the worry lines form in the boys faces. I love you boys too much They got the message....
They took their boogie boards, and tried to sand surf. I recall doing similar things with cardboard down steep grassy slopes. Gravity is still free, gubment cannot tax that.
Who remembers Bug's Bunny with Daffy Duck tunnel traveling, popping out of his hole, and shouts, "Pismo beach, and all the clams we can eat!" ? Since that moment as a little tyke growing up in CA in the early 70's have wanted to go to Pismo Beach. I finally knocked it off my bucket list, and actually fitted it into a work day. Lucky man I am. I had a quick job in San Luis Obispo, and Pismo (really Grover beach in Pismo) is only 15 miles south on the 101. I told my 3 oldest 3 boys, (my twins and my stepson) that they could come, and after my job site visit, we could drive on the beach (hence my bucket list). So, without further ado, please enjoy my boring home movies... I mean pictures.
I felt right at home...... Pirate guarding the gate. Arrrrghhh!
You pay the pirat.... I mean guard shack dude $5 and drive right in, on the sand!
The boys were a little disappointed about the waves, really not ridable, and it was barely 60 degrees at 2 pm, with a healthy wind blowing. Killian was brave enough to go in, but when the wind hit your wet body, your nipples were hard enough to scratch a windshield. They were braver than I. I just soaked my vericose veins, the cold water felt good. (Movie line from somewhere) but I am dealing with vericosities.
I took a few pot shots at the pelicans with my digital, and shot these two, not too bad for a moving target, and my not so steady cold hands.
The down side, if there is one, is to be careful of cross traffic. It is a bit different from a traditional beach, look both ways as you enter the ocean.
This was a cool surprise. The horses were quite at home in the water, not freaked out at all. This must be a regular hang out for them.
I kept my eye out for floatin' fertilizer!
Next, I found myself upon a teachable moment.
I was horrified, but felt as a father, I needed to teach my boys a life lesson. "Boys, come here I need to talk to you guys," I said. They knew my serious tone, and were concerned enough to respect my wishes... (Who am I kidding, they were sucking up to dad cause I took them to a cool beach). Anyways, I said boys, I want to show you something you need to avoid as you guys enter your teen years.... I do not want you to succumb to peer pressure. You need to just say no to.....
Segways!
I told them, "see how the kid was slouching like a deflated emo on an all Snickers diet? I could see the worry lines form in the boys faces. I love you boys too much They got the message....
They took their boogie boards, and tried to sand surf. I recall doing similar things with cardboard down steep grassy slopes. Gravity is still free, gubment cannot tax that.
