Baker Beach

San Francisco experienced a mini heat wave mid-week. Friday was especially beautiful, so I took a half day and we headed to Baker Beach, about a 10-minute drive from our apartment.

The surf was rough, about six-foot waves with the biggest undertow I've ever experienced. And the water temp was chilly - about 55 degrees, which is San Fran standard.

The craziest part of the beach trip was playing fetch with Andi. She loves the game now, and likes including other dogs that walk by. This one hippie's dog was interested in playing, so the hippie grabbed Andi's tennis ball and chucked it, I mean HEAVED it, into the surf. The ball actually went beyond where the waves were breaking and I about shit a brick. Andi just takes off straight into the water - just as a huge wave was building, prepping to crash on shore. Andi grabs the ball, but then disappears under the swell for a few seconds...then shoots out of the water at the crest of the wave as it reaches shore. She could have died. I would have killed the hippie.

But, she was fine. Tail-wagging and exhausted, she decided that was enough fetch for one day.