Zoe's cold looked to be finished, so we crammed the dog in the back of the prius and ran up to Crissy Field for a lunchtime picnic. Once again Dad proved to be useless with a kite (I blame the kite construction) but we had a good time.

Zoe was taunting the Bay, and subsequently it attacked her, facilitating a quick change of clothes on the beach. Luckily she was not ticketed for public indecency.

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