What a wonderful 4th weekend. Our original plans for the weekend fell through, but I can’t complain. Instead of going to a quaint town in Wisconsin for the fourth, we accepted a last-minute invite to a Giant’s game. Noah had club-level seats, so we weren’t suffering (although I did eat too much cotton candy).
On Sunday, we drove down to Santa Cruz/Capitola and spent the day on roller coasters and watching fireworks. Fireworks along the California coast are kind of ammusing since they look kind of like colorful heat lighting behind the cool fog that rolls in after sunset. Sunday we drove down to Monterey and went to the acquarium. The drive was beautiful both ways, the otters were great, and both jennifer and I are a little more burned than when we started.
Planning is completely over-rated.