Technically, it was "the pier". I just love watching the waves from the pier, looking down on them gives you a rare view. This particular day the waves were huge, and every time they crashed under us, the pier felt like it just might fall apart.

It was a beautiful day. Like we often have here in the winter.

Although the waves were huge, they were not good for surfing. They were too closed out. (translation: breaking too fast to get a fun ride, like one solid wall breaking on top of you). Certainly not a good time for surf lessons for the girls.

In the end, finding treasures in the sand was enough for us.