I was proud of my boy, too. Lance was less worried about the surf this time, although we still didn't make it into the water. (A little wave did lap at his heels, which alarmed him but he survived. ;-) Logs were no biggy; foam was defeated; wet sand was accepted; and all three gaits were practiced.
|Haystack Rock is barely visible on the right side through the fog|
It's a good thing we didn't attempt our trip last Sunday. After our ride we stopped for soup and pastries at The Grateful Bread (great name AND food!), and the lady there said last Sunday it was 12 degrees with snow on the ground – on the Oregon Coast!