Hotter at the beach today than in the hills -- already 81 at 8 a.m. Wind and more wind, still windy now as the sun creeps down and the birds bolt by and the dogs lie as flat against the floors as they can manage.
Here's how it looked this morning, beach sanded smooth, light white hot.
Walt couldn't believe it -- no ball??
So Maisie got him running and the temps crept higher and flights of pelicans sailed above, not moving even a feather.