Trestles

A gray day in southern California and we decide to go to the beach, go figure!  But it was a spur-of-the-moment thing, just to sit and watch the surfers.  It really was quite pleasant.  And since this was our first really good view of Trestles (the beach right by our house), it will be your first view as well.

The bridge that replaced the old trestle bridge; if you look closely you can see that they’ve spelled out “Trestles”, one letter per column, on the new bridge.

                            
Two views from the beach looking back.

No idea who this girl was, but she was practicing her cartwheels in earnest for probably 20 minutes.

                         
We didn’t practice cartwheels, not this time.  In fact, Logan appears too be a bit confused by the whole thing.

Very course sand. 

But the real attraction, without question . . .


   

Inspired, Jake tries some of his own stunts on the way home.