We had a good time.  We explored the beach.  Spirit leaped, bounded, and sprinted all over.  Daniel discovered fire making (in the fireplace), I cooked, Camille sewed with her new machine, and Molly did what pleased her most.

As one might expect (knowing Camille), she eschews all the fish and tucks into cucumber rolls, a sweet rice wrapped in bean curd, egg rolls, and custard (the latter two seem genuinely un-Japanese, but who am I to know?).  But, she loved it.  I think the conveyor belt was the draw.  Daniel tries shrimp and eats the sweets.  Molly and I have sushi, of course.

Daniel gave Camille a present in a can to throw her off the scent.  She had asked him for a duct tape wallet (his specialty these days).

After sushi, we went to Pike Place Market to shop for dinner and explore.

On the way, we stopped by UCSD to visit Molly’s and my old stomping grounds.  We both lived in San Diego, had relationships with UCSD, overlapped in time, but didn’t know each other at the time.  We met in Portland, OR.