Manhattan Beach Pier

We spent this last week in Manhattan Beach. Kevin had a class in El Segundo this week, so Lily and I came along for the ride. It's a rough life in government work, but someone has to do it. As a disclaimer, most of the time Kevin's classes are in the middle of no where (Moline, Illinois, Hascom AFB, and some base in the middle of Utah.) And while El Segundo doesn't sound that cool, it's just a couple miles from the beach no matter how you cut it.
And like a typical beach week in California, it was foggy and overcast every day. We loved it! The high was 68 and the low 61. It was odd not to have a 30 degree swing from day to night. I grew up near the coast and while I really didn't think twice about it, I would give anything to have that weather back. Every morning, no matter if it was June or December, I would catch the bus wearing shorts and a sweatshirt. I have to admit, I was bundled up a little more this week no longer used to the chilly coastal fog.

Kevin and I attended a wedding in Universal City on Sunday night and then he had to be in class early Monday morning, so we left Lily with Grandma Peggy. They had a blast. While Kevin was in class on Monday, I drove back out to pick up Lily and bring her to the beach.

After dinner Monday night, we walked the mile and a half down to the pier. There were volleyball courts as far as you could see in either direction. The pier is short, but made a great stroll for Lily.

This picture proves that anyone who tells me my daughter looks just like me is a liar. She is her daddy's little girl.

She kept waving to the surfers but they never did look up.


As we were walking home, we got to see the final 3 minutes of the Kings game. At the buzzer, the town came to a stop. Every bar and restaurant went crazy. Cars stopped on the road and started honking. Lily was very confused as to what was going on.


We were warm from walking up the hill away from the beach, but Lily, not so much.