The beach at the bottom of our neighborhood, aptly named Pebble Beach. In another 1000 years, the name can change to Black Sand Beach.
An unending supply of throwing matter.
It didn’t feel like a particularly hot day, or a particularly humid day, and there was a very pleasant breeze. However and nevertheless, we were sweating buckets by this point, and very happy for a tiny spot of shade. I guess all that black rock kicks up some serious sweat-inducing reflective heat.
Time to hit the road and head to Volcanoes National Park – our first day’s official destination…
1 comment:
Pebbles+low angle=deep sigh. And also that last line up. How did they know you needed them to do that?
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