The Pacific

I picked up my cousin Jody and his son Holt yesterday afternoon at John Wayne. They're here for a few days from West Virginia. Neither of them have ever been to California.

I was only 100 yards or so off the freeway entrance ramp when Jody told me that 1. he had never seen a freeway with six lanes in each direction before, and that 2. I drive like a crazy person. I am a good driver, but I've been on the freeway in West Virginia, so I understand why he thinks I drive like a crazy person.

I brought them back to Huntington Beach, and we walked down to the beach. They've never seen the Pacific, and Jody says the only time he's seen the Atlantic was once from a school bus window in Atlanta. Here are some pictures:

When I first picked them up at the airport Holt was staring at me silently while Jody ranted on about a Nintendo something or other that Holt walked off and left in the Las Vegas airport. Jody kept saying that Holt has a hard listening, paying attention, and following directions. He also told Holt at the beach that he could go in just far enough to get his feet wet, but to be careful not to get his shorts wet too. I see what he means about Holt not listening:
...and here's a not so great shot of the father with his rather soggy son: