On Friday we went to the ocean. Might actually have preferred to do nothing on Friday and outer coast on Saturday or Sunday, but a snowstorm was coming, so off we went.
There were elk, both on Beaver Prairie and in a field of stumps and grasses and scotch broom.
It was kind of a murky day. Tide too close to high to get out on the beach, really. We stood up in the drift and watched the moderate swell come in and in. Sometimes the sun tried to break through. Blue patches grew in the sky, but never any direct sunlight.