The forecast had been for a good chance of rain, but a brisk sea-breeze kept the day sunny and not oppressively hot. R. loitered at the water's edge while I took my dip. I had not been to the beach in years. The brine washed over me. The rolling waves pushed me this way and that. I swam underwater with my eyes open, welcoming the salty sting on my much-operated-upon orbs. (I had cataract and cornea surgeries in '13 and '14.) The working of the sea exercised me, and after thirty minutes or so it was time for lunch.
High above the beach, eating a fish sandwich and drinking iced tea, I was happy, and so was R.
Now it was time for shopping. One of those little "pattern language" things: there were lots of places for a hubby to chill while his wife noses around in shops.
This is an area called "the shops of Ruskin", with galleries and boutiques. I didn't bother to take a picture, but Seaside has a very fine bookstore, Sundog Books. If I were not a librarian and lived in Seaside, Sundog would meet all my needs. Just excellent.
Sign for a country church on Highway 20 that says it all.