Sand was everywhere.
Our friend Dave hates sand. He finds it an obligatory part of getting to the waves. He probably wouldn't mind if the beach was paved.
I love sand, but this Pismo sand followed us home. It might be part of the sandcastle that is slowly building under our bed.
Here is Phil (Polish name: Filip) dressed brightly, but appropriately for the weather. One time we went skiing in Tahoe in the middle of February and he only brought shorts, a beanie and a long sleeved t-shirt. I think he was getting a little cold after our fourth or fifth run on the slopes, but he was laughing. It's going to be in the 40ºs at night on this trip. I hope he packs accordingly, but if not, it will at least be entertaining.