This weekend, C, T and I decided to take advantage of the long weekend to take a trek out of the city. Our original destination Stinson Beach but with a wrong left turn, we found ourself at Muir Beach, instead and fell in love with the quaint little beach we stumbled upon and the little 20-minute hike up the mountain we did. We didn't expect to be able to squeeze a hike in so late in the afternoon but the grand views and the easy trek upwards made it tempting and rewarding.
The views were stunning, to say the least. Reminded C and myself of the hike we did in Kauai a few years ago. For T, the view was a non-event. All he cared about was consuming as many cheerios as his mouth could fit, steering clear from all the dogs that crossed our path (although I believe his fear his subsiding) and basking in the shoulders of daddy as he climbed up and down. Oh, and of course, flirting with all the pretty girls that passed him by -- blowing kisses and flashing toothy smiles.
By the time we were done, T was exhausted but happy. He sang in the back seat making hand motions, smiling and ready to call it a day. North Bay, we shall see you soon again (hopefully, we'll make it out to Stinson Beach!)
Crossing the little wooden bridge