Yesterday we went to a park by the beach we like to call the "Dog Walking" park, because the only people we see besides ourselves whenever we go over there are walking their dogs. When I'm being silly or trying to annoy Ruth I sometimes call it the "Woofy Doogie" park. There are lots of great trees to climb on, and one of my favorites we like to call the lichen tree, because on the higher branches there is lots and lots of lichen growing in big tufts. The dog walking park is right next to the beach, and there's this one place where you can climb a tree on the edge of the cliff and see the ocean, the beach, the mountains, and the valley.
You're up so high that the ocean and its waves look like the waves are breaking in slow motion. You can see so much beach, and the people that are on it just look like little dots. That particular beach has some pretty big waves, and my mom spotted some people surfing on them. It was fun watching them, because usually when they caught a wave the would fall off at some point in their ride, and who doesn't like to see that?
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