Since we had a rental car, we decided to attempt to view the sunset at Coronado Beach. Moon heard the word “beach” and elected to stay in the hotel room. Driving over the bridge to Coronado was a breathtaking experience. My mind flashed to an image of us going over the edge, and it was reinforced by a sign advertising a toll-free number for suicide prevention. I couldn’t help but picture a free fall into the bay. Although the view of the lit-up skyline was quite spectacular, I was relieved to get off that bridge.

Getting to the beach by car was a breeze after having walked it the day before. Peter couldn’t resist the allure of the sea and immediately ran into the water up to his knees as we shouted, “Don’t get your clothes wet!” The water is much colder after sunset, by the way. I had hoped to step on the AWOL retainer, but no such luck.

The Hotel Coronado is lovely at night, but our camera only does a so-so job at capturing it. You’ll just have to trust me on this one.

We hadn’t had any ice cream for a whole day, so of course we had to stop at the Mootime Creamery. The crowd lined up outside was an excellent sign, as was the seemingly local nature of the establishment. We each ordered a cup with no mix-ins. For some reason, Peter chose raspberry sorbet, which was great until he ran into some actual fruit pieces. I made up for the trauma by getting him a Jones Soda. (I looked for a bottle with the photo by Heather, but none were to be had.)