The forecasters promised a dry Sunday. But all through the morning, as we made our way southward out of the Peninsula, it was cold, wet, and gray. We tried to convince ourselves that everywhere around us were low-lying clouds and mist. That it seemed like rain because we were in a car that was moving along the highway. By the time we hit Seaside, the view of the ocean was more gray, less blue, with not much definition between the skies and the waves. Still, we were determined to make the most of the day.
We visited our new weekend refuge. There was still a lot in the works. The new wood floors were almost all in. The kitchen was sunny yellow. It was slowly taking shape. We were there to bring some furniture too.
After poking around the house, we poked around the new neighborhood. We met some friendly new neighbors who ventured out once the rain stopped and the sun peeked out of some clouds.
By late afternoon, we were ready to put our feet up. And so, we were off to Spanish Bay.
As we sat outside by the fireplace, we watched the sun slowly descend the parting clouds.
By sunset, a bagpiper begins to play from afar. People started to walk towards the beach.
We could not have wished for a better way to end our day!