This ain't no fooling' around. C'mon, show a little respect. And back off. It's time for brunch.
Some Summer Sundays are meant for slow swimming, just floating. Some for slow strollin'. And some, well, you could just scratch.
This is all about ... you. Are you hot? Or are you cool? Let's see.
This is a beautifully strange walk. Starts normal. You walk from the parking lot to the trailhead. You head toward the canyon. You enter the canyon. It gets narrower. And narrower. Press Play.
This looks like a pretty good place for it. Happy Sunday.
You're walking in the sand. You sink in a little more with each step. You know that when you get to the top of the dune, you'll have a spectacular view of ...
When I was very young, my dad used to make pancakes for me and my sister on Sundays. Didn't take any longer to make them then than it does now, but it seemed like forever for an impatient five year old. I really wasn't that into the idea of Slower at that age.
Big day, starting early. As far as the eye can see, that's the other side. We'll be there for dinner. What a day it's gonna be.
Sometimes you lose the forest for the trees. And sometimes you just find a really great tree. You could spend the better part of a Sunday in here.
Taller than knee-high. Sit down in the sand and it's eye-high.