In spite of a surprise visit by my faithful friend, Sadness, this weekend ended up being quite nice. I started off Friday with a bang by watching Reagan’s funeral on TV. (I don’t recommend this technique for those who are the color blue). Through the tears and a puffy face, I managed to order Thai food and start a fire with my better half. We both fell into bed early.
On Sunday, Cathy and Mike picked us up and we all headed to a beach about 70 miles south of San Francisco. The pacific ocean is beautiful. This empty beach had one of those weird random rock pimples, jetting out from the middle of sea. And as silly as it sounds, I have imagined and dreamed about such a scene for years. And waves came in around it on both sides, converging in on one another with a slap. I laid, facedown and dead center and watched them slide in and envelope and tickle the seaweed desperately clinging to the rock below.
The ocean, in any state, never ceases to astound me. It’s been this way all of my life.
The ride there and back was even momentous. We drove through the mountains on 35. We at dinner at the famous biker stop, Alice’s Restaurant. The temperature up there is about 10 degrees cooler than it is near the water or inland. And I swear every house along 35 is for sale. At one point on our way home we drove alongside the fog coming in off the ocean. And then, just like that, we popped out above it for a while as if flying. All the while, being guided by redwood skyscrapers, towering up above the car each top out of mysite.
And the smells! I can’t even begin to describe them. Or maybe I’m just too tired to try.
Of course I took pictures documenting the entire weekend. And, in getting to know my new camera, many of them are too grainy and over-exposed. Learning digital, raw is proving to have its difficulties. I’ll try and upload some photos later. It’s a good thing it’s all in my head. Thankfully, software can’t download or corrupt that.
I’ve been inside of myself lately. So if I’m a gal of few words for a while please forgive.