He continued in the look this weekend at the beach, where we went with my parents so that LD could get in a surf session before we go to Costa Rica next month. When we lived in San Diego LD surfed with two of my co-residents, both of whom, despite having moved to Boston and Arizona, have been able to surf more regularly than LD in the three years since we left SD. He wanted to get a few sessions in before the reunion.
But the surf didn't cooperate, and LD came back to shore after only a couple hours in the water. We spent the afternoon and following morning on the broad back of a low-tide beach, which made bare a coastline that was soft, shimmery, and bookended by little inviting tide pools for studied exploration.
And, of course, I can think of few other places where one can play in the white water of a silver beach one Sunday, then go skiing the next.