January in SoCal is usually pretty fun. Every year I've been here, there's been a "freak summer" week or two or three. So we went to the beach to enjoy the extra low tide, the sunset, and some hot chocolate.
Milk. check. Chocolate. check. cups. check. camping coffee pot. check. butane. check.
But, alas, no fire. We forgot matches. And Littlest Dude was NOT interested in having cold chocolate. All was not well with the universe...
... til Big Dude brought out the "light" toys. And peace and harmony and happiness were restored.
Too bad I didn't know Big Dude had light tricks up his sleeves. Or I woulda brought my tripod. :-(
Despite our lack of fire, a good time was [mostly] had by all.