Santa Monica and Venice Beach

On Sunday we had Father's Day brunch with my dad and Cindy and then they dropped us off at the beach so they could go home to have Father's Day with Cindy's dad. Floyd is 87, and amazingly youthful. He and Lois have been married 63 years and are just now starting to age. We were sad to miss that party, but our ticket was from LAX back to SEA.

Father and Father to-be (some day) on Father's Day on the famous old pier

After they left, I rented a beachcruiser bike, and rode alongside Los who ran from the SM pier to the Venice Beach pier and back (7 miles or so- and amazing people watching!) There were so many athletic people there, swinging from rings, climbing ropes, doing Capoeira, etc. It was nuts. So was the 3rd Street Promenade, where we had lunch.


We got to hang with KC again, as well as Kelsey, one of my fave, like-minded friends from SPU. She's about to move to Greece to work in the human traficking sector with prostitutes from Eastern Europe and Africa. She shared the appalling statistics of human slavery and her heart for freedom and restoration of the women she'll encounter over there (and currently encounters in Hollywood). She inspired us on many levels, as Los also picked her brain about triathlons. She had completed one that morning and still had energy to hang with us!

A grand weekend it was!