At the bottom of the valley YB and Elijah couldn't resist and played in the waves in their underware for they hadn't packed their bathing suits. (This is the pre-underware photo.)
They stayed in knee deep waves because they were reluctant to be caught in the massive rip tide pulling them out to Antarctica.
Some wild horses smelled our peanut butter sandwiches and got into our bags. A man came running on the beach to tell us of the equine robbers. Arah and Elijah didn't mind though, and fed them the rest of our apple cores.
View of the ocean back at the top at the valley look-out.
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