Today is one of those days when I am so thankful we live in California. We have problems, but there are a lot of good people that off-set the bad. Yesterday was a "guys day" for my son and I. Actually, we have had quite a few guys days lately.
He's at an age that memories stick and I give him a lot of stuff to store. Like, how adept I am at applying a cross-arm bar lock, WWE style. My sneak attacks are not as effective as the use to be because he's on to me now. He remembers.
The game-plan was to head out to Malibu Beach for a day of Kite Flying. The day before, we proudly proclaimed to my wife as the Creator is our witness, we will hit the beach early and have an unholy amount of fun. She gave us that motherly look and I was kinda offended because I wasn't sure if it was intended for me or our son. Did she really think we couldn't execute our plan? Hell, I'm prior military and I have mission completed harder task than this cake walk.
We got a late start the following morning. Really, it wasn't our fault. Blame it on fate and an extended debate over what was the best part of "Handcock." The debate eventually turned into a contest of fart jokes and stinky feet comments. So, it really wasn't our fault for the late start. Around one o'clock we headed out of the house and quickly decided the truck is much too dirty to drive around Malibu. After a quick car wash, some horse play with water and we were off. Ten miles into the road trip my son proclaims "we forgot to take the kites!" Great, after a quick round of finger pointing, we decided we don't need no stinking kites.
Change of plan; we are now going to photograph the local surfers and recon the beach for future road trips. In afterthought, it would have been nice if we were wearing swimming trunks. No problem, we both wear boxers. 20 miles later, we pull over to the side of the road on Highway One, stepped out of the truck and onto the surface of the sun. Damn, it's hot on the Beach, to bad we forgot our hats or an umbrella. Nevertheless, my son is having fun skipping rocks and running into the surf. Fearing a heat stroke, I cut the fun short and we head further down the road to a Surfers spot.
The best Surfer spots are usually in hard to reach locations. After giving my son some on the spot Cliff climbing tips, I shame him into following me down the side of a small mountain to the exclusive beach front. We took some great pictures of local Surfers and beach bunnies (hey, they kept getting in the shot *smile*). My son collected some more rocks for his collection and we found the access road to the beach, so the climb back up was just a walk. With half the beach in my son's back pockets we walked back to the truck, making small talk with Surfers. "Dude, did you guys catch some waves?" After realizing this Surfer wasn't making fun of us, I informed him that we just came to checkout the Beach and take some pictures.
Now many of you will conclude that my son and I really needed some adult supervision for this day trip, but I will chalk it up as a big success because we shared in the best gift we can give each other. We made memories together and years from now my son will be telling his son about a fantastic fun day he had at the Beach with his Dad, and that's really all that matters. Anytime spent together is time well spent. I just have to remember to put the damn kites back in the truck for the next road trip.