Our most ultimate favorite beach by far, however, and my favorite beach of any I've ever been to--black sand, white sand, Iceland, Hawaii, Italy, Florida, Scotland, wherever--is Pebble Beach, the local name for part of Bean Hollow State Beach. Instead of sand, this beach consists of pebbles broken off of a quartz reef offshore, and worn all smooth and awesome:
Sure, they just look like a gravel parking lot from that angle, but check them out up close:
They're just every color you can imagine, black and white and clear and green and shiny and speckled. It's extremely satisfying just to plant yourself belly-down on their warm surface and peer near-sightedly at them--you could pass a contented infinite of time that way. They're also, however, immensely satisfying to play with, all warm and smooth and with a nice weight to them, a nice change from the gritty, sifty sand of the other beaches:
And also unlike sand, they have a lot more air between them, and their warm weight is relaxing, so you can actually bury Daddy REALLY deeply while he naps:
He came out okay, if a little woozy.Pebble Beach is also nice for clambering up rocks--
--and peering into tidepools situated feet from the splashing surf--
--and taking some time to gaze out into the infinite distance: 
Of course, after you've spent hours and hours at Pebble Beach, you're all sweaty and grubby and wet anyway, so you might as well go ahead and hit a sandy beach on your way home, just for the novelty of the thing: 
Some of us like to run with the tide, and some of us like to watch:
There's pleasure to be had in both of the activities, of course, one active, and one profound.
Tomorrow--San Francisco.
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