Today I played with a three-month-old (there’s nothing like baby skin) and ran at the beach — both pretty life affirming.
When we left New Zealand, we had so much stuff — running gear, fishing gear, and 35 pounds of smoked trout — that we had to buy a duffle and ship some of the stuff home as a second checked suitcase with Dora. I went today and picked up my share of the fish and 3-week-old dirty running gear.
When we left Australia, we had so much stuff ( who bought all that stuff?) that we had to buy a duffle and check a second bag flying home.
The amusing part of the story is that we bought the same bag in New Zealand and Australia for virtually the same price. Matching luggage.
I finished off the day running in Huntington Beach. There’s something super restorative about those waves — the air, the noise, the waves.