Our trip there was great until the last 6 miles. We had to go on a lot of winding roads in order to get to the campsite. We were almost there, when Mabel says, "Mom, I want to hold it" "Hold what?'' I asked. And then it all came out. She was trying to hold in her lunch, but couldn't. The poor thing was covered in vomit and very upset. We pulled over and cleaned her up the best we could and the then made our way to camp, where we gave her a cold spicket shower. Poor thing. I think it scared her -- she has never done that before. Hopefully she won't make a habbit of it. That was not a very fun start to the night. But we had a great time after that.
Mabel had fun throwing rocks into the ocean with Eliza.

The coast was beautiful. Fred and I took a walk along the cliffs and got some great views. Here is a picture of me and pregnant belly.

Fred went cliff jumping with Bobby Edwards. Turns out Bobby is a bit crazy, but lots of fun.

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