As it turned out, the golf fans swarmed Carmel proper -- and Pebble Beach -- but they weren't into hitting the aquarium or seeing Toy Story 3 and The Karate Kid. Whew. We were even able to eat out in Monterey without much of a wait.
So we peacefully coexisted with the spectators and even had fun watching them schlep up and down Carmel's steep hills on their way to a multi-hour wait for a bus to take them to the course. We also made a little fun of their outfits. Why do golf fans need to dress so much like the golfers themselves? Did they think that they were going to get asked to step in for a putt or two?
Brian and I each went on multiple runs, and he came back from one reporting that we could actually view some of the action from the beach if we were so inclined. So after a morning of gifts from the kids (ping pong paddles and balls apparently rule, even if you don't own a table), we went on a family walk.
The kids insisted on pulling along their "dragon tails." E kept it up for most of the walk.
Eventually, we got to the action. Yep, that's the leader board as it stood during our morning walk:
The kids found a little cave and quickly made it their fort:
Guess what was right on top of their fort?
They even scrambled up the hill for a better view:
And this is what we saw when we swiveled around 180 degrees:
Now this is a cute golf spectator:
And lastly, I was happy to get a shot of myself with the Big Man on Father's Day. E took this one, and I think he did a fine job. It's not easy hoisting up my heavy camera gear. :)
The only downside was not seeing my own dad on Father's Day, but I understand that my brother and sister-in-law and my mom treated him well. Glad to hear it, as he's been a great dad for more than 37 years now!
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