We drove west today, to visit some really good people in their home near the coast. Despite juggling the mood swings of three kids with fluctuating levels of blood sugar (so inconvenient!), we made it through a lot of twist and turns in the day. After our all-too-late 3pm lunch (read: meltdowns from 1-3pm), we went searching for tule elk along the coast, and that's when the day turned a corner and everything in our little world got good again.
The drive out to Tomales Point in search of the elk took us out a beautiful country road, home to generations-old dairy farms, and some of our county's very best land. At every bend in the road there was another picture-perfect scene of cattle in the mist. We got out almost every time.
The lighting could not have been more perfect. Everytime I'd see something spectacular, I'd take a picture, review it on my screen and think: Yep, that's pretty much exactly what it looks like!
We finally found the elk that we were looking for. Massive and intimidating, with giant racks, they were surprisingly close to the road. As Beanie tempted fate, taking baby steps closer and closer, her big brother yelled out - See you in heaven! - before running back to the car.