Here's some pictures from our Christmas Day adventures.
First, to Mother's Beach, in Marina del Rey. It's not a desperately pleasant beach, but it's got a playground which the boys like. (As in they like a playground, wherever it is, and they particularly like this playground.)
The beach is at the end of the marina, and so tends to be rather muddy, and the water doesn't look desperately pleasant there.
Then Alex and I went for a walk, to try to find a mountain to climb, while S and Daniel went to Beverly Hills to potter about. We didn't find a mountain, but we di
d find Will Rogers State Park (we were trying to find somewhere else, which I'd forgotten both the name and location of, so it's not surprising we didn't find it).
As we sat there (eating clementines, on a picnic table, if you want a complete reconstruction of the scene) a deer wandered by. After some encouragement, Alex wondered if it was Santa's deer.
The second time we saw it, the setting was less rusty.
There were also some impressive views. (Click on the picture, and then click on it again, and you can zoom it up quite a long way. Then you can see the festive oil tankers.)
d find Will Rogers State Park (we were trying to find somewhere else, which I'd forgotten both the name and location of, so it's not surprising we didn't find it).As we sat there (eating clementines, on a picnic table, if you want a complete reconstruction of the scene) a deer wandered by. After some encouragement, Alex wondered if it was Santa's deer.
The second time we saw it, the setting was less rusty.
There were also some impressive views. (Click on the picture, and then click on it again, and you can zoom it up quite a long way. Then you can see the festive oil tankers.)
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