One Saturday morning we wanted to go berry picking, but it was going to be a hot day. I searched you-pick farms and found one north of us, rather than south.
We loaded up the kids and headed out. We invited John's parents and sister who was visiting, but they didn't make it.
Jonah ate their berries for them.
Some were more stubborn.
It was really chilly there and the berries were small and so sweet and inexpensive for organic.
John hiked Scott to the bathroom.
They helped me fill our bucket.
Scott was good at getting the whole berry off in tact.
I don't think a single one of Jonah's made it to the car.
Our next stop was just down the road--Pigeon Point Lighthouse.
It's closed for renovations, which really means it's waiting for more donations to renovate. I stayed in the hostels overnight as a girl scout and remember touring the inside. I hope it comes back one day.
We did go through the little museum
and watched the waves.
It had warmed up a little, which was nice, but it was still windy.
We walked from there down to the beach.
We were the only ones there.
Throwing rocks. Their favorite activity.
John found some sea life to show us, Scott explored a little cave.
A thousand rock throws later, we started dragging them away to the car.
We had a picnic lunch and headed home. We stopped at some fruit stands along the way and wished we'd brought more cash with us.
We spontaneously went to the Los Gatos mall on the way home and I ran in and shopped alone (heavenly) while John stayed with sleeping kids in the car. It was a great family outing!