On Saturday, our kids woke up at the crack of dawn (seriously, before 6), and in an effort to keep them from waking up everyone else in the campground, Anne and I walked and the kids rode their bikes down to the beach. They clambered on rocks, dug holes in the sand, splashed a little in the water, and were as loud as they wanted. When we finally returned to eat breakfast, everyone else was awake and the bike riding re-commenced.
Afterwards, we drove a mile or two north to see the Devil's Punchbowl at
Otter Rock. It's a naturally formed cavern/hole, filled with water at
high tide, but empty and open at low tide. It was so cool to walk in
there and be surrounded by a huge, high rock wall.
Two little crabs, scuttling under the rocks to get away from the light and us. And a starfish.
After eating lunch, and making our way through a sunscreen-induced meltdown, we walked over to the campground amphitheatre and entertained ourselves by putting on a show. Liesl was the announcer/instructor and the rest of us the more-or-less willing dancers.
A creek ran alongside the campground, right behind our tentsites, and there was a trail following its banks. We walked along and watched as the kids played in and on and under the enormous trees and their roots. They were playing a game in which Sebastian was the owner person and Liesl and Camille were Honey and Cookie, two dogs (or cats), that he gave directions to and led off in explorations.
We went back down to Beverly Beach in the late afternoon to try out the water and waves again. It was incredibly windy, which made everything a little more difficult.
The wind was so strong that we periodically retreated to this area under the highway bridge to escape from it. We only stayed a short while and then went to Newport for dinner at a seafood restaurant called Local Ocean. We walked along the wharf and saw a sea lion, and then returned to the campground for more s'mores.
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