Beach Day

Between the unexpected Hugo drama and the extremely loud nearby fireworks, I didn't get to bed until significantly later than I had hoped yesterday. With the heat wave continuing at roughly the same level for another day, the thought of waking up early and driving an hour inland to try to get in some more hot hiking was vastly unappealing. (Anaheim is, frankly, not the best base for a San Gabriels hiking vacation. But of course, that wasn't why I originally booked the hotel.) So I slept in, relaxed a bit, read the New Yorker profile of Chip Delany that dropped this morning, and headed to the coastline. I spent most of the day cruising around the Pacific Coast Highway and hitting the beach.