The first sight of the day was this, outside the supermarket where we picked up the bread, cookies and treats we'd need for the day-and boy, did we need them:
After shopping, we went back to our little cabin, made some coffee, had some breakfast, packed some sandwiches and were on our way.
Now I'm back in Europe.
This was the tourist stop, with nice signs and paths. On the way here, we noticed a gravel road going in the opposite direction, toward the ocean. We decided to take that road, likely the one less travelled, after making the official tourist stop. It turned out to be quite the experience. We probably should have read this sticker in the car before doing so:
Fortunately there was a gracious family farther down the beach who had a bigger 4x4 than we did, so we ran to them and asked for help. They didn't have a rope, but we did. We'd found a big, thick rope that had washed up on the beach, it must've fallen off a ship. That's the whole reason we drove out onto the beach, we wanted to take the rope home and had been carrying it, but it was kind of a pain in the neck, so drove out, and, well, you can see what happened next...
So we got down on our hands and knees and started digging out our tires. You can't really see it in the pictures, but sand was all jammed up under the car and even up in it, so we worked on clearing it out, and slowly, slowly pulled it out, all of us taking turns driving the cars and pushing BOTH cars, because later on we managed to get the Jeep stuck, too. The poor guy had just put his summer tires on, and on that sand winter tires would've definitely been better!