Well, sand crabs anyway ... we went up to Carpenteria State Beach today, along with every other human being in Southern California. That's probably an exaggeration, but it felt like it to me. Rick says my space bubble has gotten bigger since moving to Montana. I think he's right. Despite the hoards of people, we had fun. This picture above is of Rick holding a sand crab. The boys loved catching them. It was overcast when we got there, but it burned off by 2:30pm and then it was nice and sunny. We saw some dolphins swimming along the coast, watched pelicans dive-bomb into the ocean, and even saw a seagull attack a little girl with a hamburger. You just can't get that kind of entertainment on TV! Also, if you click on the picture, it gets big and you can see the underside of the crab really well -- ick.
I just lounged around on the beach and didn't do any swimming or digging in the sand with the boys. We went to a party last night and I went out to the car to get a copy of A New Job for Dilly for a friend's kids. It was dark in the front yard and I had forgotten that we'd parked on a bunch of dirt humps. I ended up tripping and slammed my fingers into the car. What is it with me and accidents on this trip? I'm still bruised and sore from falling at Disneyland. Anyway, my right index finger is jacked up. I don't know if it's broken or just sprained, but it's swollen pretty bad. We leave on Tuesday, so now I'm just hoping I can get through the next few days without getting hurt again. It's in a bright blue splint now, so just call me -- Mrs. Crabs!