With Herculean efforts from my parents as well as good Ole Faithful, El Matador Gigante and his big muscles and over-worked brain, we got most of it moved in one day. It was my first time driving a 5-ton truck. At first, when I saw the truck I thought that it was WAY to large. When the lady at the rental place showed it to me I gaped - then when she showed me the cavernous cargo hold I thought for sure that all of our stuff was not going to fit even HALF of it - turns out... The truck was a beast to drive; it was 5 - ton truck, 16 or 24 feet long. With all of our stuff and some poor packing in anticipation of all of the space, it filled the truck and we had to put a few of our bikes in the RAV4. It was a long day of moving.
Today, we took a break from moving a went for a walk. I wanted to explore a new area so we went to a park that was on Google maps. It had some stairs that went down to the beach through a ravine (not so much a ravine, but it was pretty steep, I guess). It was a good reaffirmation of our decision to move down here. We can't wait until summer and when El Matador Gigante comes down and we can have some mad wrestling matches.
Walking down the beach - we found some sand at low tide!
Jenn and my mom walking on the train tracks.
My Dad noticed this event etched in sand - a clam meeting it's demise at the hands of a seagull or two...
I'm too lazy to flip this around - tilt your head! Sunset.
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