We met up with the Davis' on Friday and headed to Seal Beach. We enjoyed the sun and surf for a couple of hours and then headed into town to grab a bite. We went to Walt's Wharf





Donna is wishing for her personal steering wheel or at least a
magic wand.
Rick hoping for a REAL Jazz station. (See the pain on his face?)
Lori, chanting "there's no place like home". Having forgotten her ruby slippers in the Emerald City of Seattle she remains in turmoil in the back seat of the car.
Eventually we ended up down Santa Monica Blvd and past the
Los Angeles temple.
A little spot of heaven - a moment of peace.