fourth and beach

My friend George came down to hang out at the beach for the fourth. We biked down to Hermosa to catch the Ironman, but ironically ended up there too late to see half of it. The tail end of it and the celebration were still fun, especially as the awards morphed into a mosh pit. We biked on down to Redondo for some food and a beer, but only after stumbling across a hot dog eating contest on the way. Then on the way back we ran across margarita wrestling. Gotta love the beach. Later after dusk I wandered down to the beach to watch the fireworks from here by the house, where you could catch several different shows as well as random personal ones going on up and down the beach. Hope you had a fun fourth, too.