We ended up finally at the Wharf where I tenaciously clung to the back of Lia's jacket as she peered through the fence at the sea lions. We ran up and down the wharf, peered through the spaces between the boards of the walkway, watched seagulls swoop overhead as Lia screamed in delight, got an ice cream cone, sat on the freezing bench and snuggled as we ate it. We had a good time.
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