Best Sick Day Ever

Cal and I are sick. 

As in, I've had a fever for 60 hours now. We're over the worst of it--feeling better, but not better. My coughing fits sound like an old engine trying to turn over, and I can safely ascribe about 99% of my "recovery" so far to Tylenol, Unisom, and diet coke.

I've felt emotionally sick the past day or so, too. Discouraged, I think. Regardless, in the midst of our sick week, I decided that even though we could not be around people for fear of spreading our own personal plague, we could have a better kind of sick day.

Thirty minutes later, we were a mile or so up Hwy 1 from Davenport.

There's a reason this is one of my favorite beaches. It was 75 degrees there today. Not a soul in sight.

"Cow deeg!" (Cal dig!)

 I love big bubble wands. After a few minutes of letting the wind blow the bubbles while I sat there, I noticed that the bubbles were floating all the way over that far hill. Wouldn't it be fun to be on the other side, seeing a bunch of jumbo bubbles float randomly over the top? :)

 Cal had his rash guard on, but we weren't planning on swimming today. He just stared at the waves for minutes at a time, totally hypnotized.

 And what's not hypnotizing about this? (Cal took this photo on our camera. He loves to take "peekchas".)

 We found a little eddy a ways down the beach and decided to explore a bit.

 The only footprints on the beach today.

Splashing around in a tiny current flowing out to the ocean.

A few things we thought were interesting:

We had a quick picnic lunch while Cal warmed up from so much splashing. On California's coast, the Pacific Ocean is cold!

 Look at Cal's little red nose.

After that, we packed up our sand toys and drove just down the road to another of my favorite places:

 Swanton Organic U-Pick Berry Farm! 

 (And yes, they really are that red. No color adjustments here! Just Mother Nature.)

 With his green outfit and bright red pail, Cal fit right in with the berries.

 Don't you just want to sink your teeth into those beauties?

Cal was very proud of his harvest. He found the pick surprisingly hard, yelling out "Mama, tuck!" (stuck) every time he tried to pluck a berry off its stem. I'm not sure he got the concept that our produce originally comes attached to a plant...

 Back at the store, we weighed Cal's cache: .35 pounds, not including the bucket. 

 That'll be $1.23, please.

We rounded out our purchase (in a store that is run on a hippie-ish honor code system) with baked goods, and headed to our warm, sandy car to start the drive home.

The coastline makes for good medicine.