Road Trip No. 1: The Pinnacles

Rissie and I have taken the boys on a couple of road trips while Spencer has been out of town.  The first was up north to see some limestone formations known as the Pinnacles.  How exactly they were formed is apparently a matter of controversy (among certain circles, I imagine) but that didn't diminish the enjoyment we had hiking through them and taking in the view of the ocean in the distance.

The joy of jumping

Peter looked very comfortable, sunning his toes while enjoying the breezy shade of his canopy.

Investigating

Exploring

On our way back we wanted to get a little closer to the beach, so we turned off at a promising spot.  We parked the car and unloaded the boys.  As we climbed up over a sandy bank, in the direction of the beach, we stumbled upon a large grouping of shacks.  There wasn't a sound in the place, other than the crashing of waves, which gave it a creepy sort of ghost-town feel.  A couple on a motorcycle had preceded us and they were much farther ahead, climbing up a large sandy embankment over-looking the ocean.  We climbed up after them and I asked if they knew what this place was (I more than half expected it to turn out to be some kind of nudist colony).  They explained that the shacks had been built by squatters and treated as weekend cottages--hence the deserted feeling, all of the squatters were away at their day jobs.  We stopped there for a while and looked for sea shells before turning back.  On our way out we ran into one of the squatters, a nice fellow who politely offered us a tour of his shack, which we politely declined.  I'm sure he was just being friendly, but I have a policy about not accepting tours from squatters previously unknown to me on remote, wind swept shores with a sign above the door referencing Elvis.  Maybe ten years and two little boys ago, but probably not.

Shadow play