This might not sound all that fun to you, but despite the hazards, we were having a blast. We were rock climbing at a beautiful limestone cliff in the middle of the woods. The sun was out, and Hiko had just completed a climb that had never been done before. He rappelled back to the ground and found shelter beneath an oak tree. There we ate lunch, talking about meeting at Moonstone Beach the next evening for our regular bouldering session.
Moonstone seems to offer something for everyone.
Surfers float offshore, waiting for the next wave, horses trot along the bank of Little River, and other folks simply sit and watch. Climbers also use this beach extensively, scrambling all over the boulders and setting up practice routes on the main bluff, called Karen Rock. Karen got its name from grafitti, a love message that once marred its face. Those words are long faded now. Fortunately for the rock, climbers prefer to leave only gymnastic chalk, and civic-minded climbers with wire brushes have removed other unwanted paint jobs over the years.