'twas a beach day for the travelers. After a lazy morning of coffee on the veranda, we drove down the Pacific Coast Highway and stopped at the first available parking spot. It happened to be a rocky beach. But we found a nice boulder to lean against, settled in and watched the surfers, the dog walkers and the van people. We spent about 2 hours reading and then drove down to La Jolla for Margaritas and calamari. The view from the bar of the cove was expansive, blue, violet and lavender.
