We popped around the corner, just two miles, to Los Gatos this morning. Another pretty bay where we spent the day on the beach, in the water, and crawling around on the red rocks that ring the place.

Lowe has really taken to the water lately. He seems to know exactly what that dinghy ride to the beach means and once we land it he starts jostling to be let loose. And once set down he goes banzai straight into the water. He tore around so much today that by the end he was huffing and puffing from the exertion of it all.