#august adventures
Saturday morning Corey and I were sitting in the back yard enjoying some sun & Starbucks (his: hazelnut latte, hers: coconut milk vanilla latte). We started talking about what we were going to do with our day (his: go to his parents and pick up some stuff hers: go to the barn and read People magazine).
It was shaping up to be Saturday just like any other. Yet, one of our last kid-less Saturdays ever.
I felt like we needed to go have an adventure, as much of an adventure as a couple can have at 37 weeks pregnant. I wanted to see the ocean, put my feet in the sand. This is where living on a coast comes in real handy.
Within the span of 20 minutes, we decided to take 2 of our 3 dogs with us and head to Fort Funston, a dog beach that some friends of ours love to take their dog to. Funston is about an hour away from us, near San Francisco.
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| Co-pilots |
We arrived and it was overcast but surprisingly pleasant out.
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| Where are we? Lou looks like he's still waking up... |
So turns out one thing we didn't know about Fort Funston is you have to hike about a mile and a half in the sand to get to the beach. Hmm...
I've been doing morning walks daily, some days I get further than others and some I definitely hit the 2-3 mile mark no problem. I waddled along the sandy man made trail through the ice plants like a seal flopping along on land, stopping every few minutes to catch my breath.
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| Me in my current spirit animal form stopping to rest every 5 minutes...this baby seal is infinitely more adorable tho ;) |
We saw the ocean up ahead, we also saw the last quarter mile of the path to the beach...it was straight, steep and 100% downhill. Getting down it, not so hard...coming back up it...well, I was fairly certain it was going to put me into labor.
Once we got to the beach the dogs played like crazy. The interesting thing about this place is that although there were literally tons of dogs, everyone was so friendly! I didn't hear one snap or snarl the entire time. Everyone was off-leash and loving life with tennis balls flying, games of chase and sticks being buried for safe-keeping. I'm not sure if it was just because people knew well enough to only bring nice doggies to the beach, or that when left off-leash and uninhibited with PLENTY of room to run around dogs just naturally figure it out and play fair. Whatever it was, it was seriously fun.
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| Louie watching Gunner in the water, you can see Gun's black ears in that giant splash of water to the left.... |
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| Gunner having the best day of his life |
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| Lou shaking off the sand |
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| Me and Gun Gun |
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| Wet and happy |
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| Fetching the tennis ball in the ocean |
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| The belly at the beach |
I did make it through 1.5 mile uphill hike back to the car...barely. The views on the way back were so pretty. I ended the last 100 steps of our trek with a crazy stitch in my side that wouldn't quit. I joked with Corey that if I went into labor on the way home I wouldn't be one bit surprised. But, here we are a day later and Baby B is still snug inside, not even so much as a Braxton Hicks contraction.
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| Those views! You can see the Golden Gate bridge off to the right side. |
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| Exhausted pups. |
