After we watched the surfers off Lover's Point in Pacific Grove, we drove down the coast to Asilomar Beach. Nick and I kept our shoes on and played frisbee, but the others put theirs in a neat row far away from the wet sand and ran from the waves. 
Suddenly a big wave swept over the beach and took Georg, Patrick, and Michael's shoes (Patrick's one-week-old Asics!) with it. Luckily, we were able to retrieve them, soaked.
We called it a day, had a quick disappointing Wendy's lunch--they were out of chocolate Frosties--and drove back to Menlo Park.
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