I chalked a line south down the coast.
Today I’m simultaneously dreaming of a cozy weekend listening to the rain fall and the heat of sunshine on bare legs at the beach. California can be funny like that. One day a couple months ago, Lauren and I needed to get out of town. So we grabbed our warmest sweatshirts and headed to the coast. Growing up travelling to beaches on the Gulf of Mexico, it still is weird to put on layers and layers to head to the water.
The day started at Half Moon Bay with clouds and a chill. We sat on the beach, listening to the roll of the waves, reading books and watching people pitch kites up into the air.
We brought a cute little picnic lunch in a cooler and enjoyed it on the beach on a blanket with oh-so-colorful plates. My hair also became a lovely mess.
Once the sun finally peeked out from behind the clouds, we walked up and down the beach, letting the water tickle our feet and ankles, not daring to wade much deeper than that. There was hardly anyone out along our walk, with the exception of a relaxed horse back rider and a few sun bathers.
After we left the beach, we headed into town to see the sights of Half Moon Bay. It was the little details I appreciated in this town from the carved shop signs to the flowers blooming in unexpected places to the general store where we picked up homemade salad dressing and jam.
We stopped at a cute restaurant where I had delicious vegan shrimp cakes, greek salad, hummus and pita bread. It was a nice way to unwind from the beach (yes, even the beach can zap the energy out of you). You should check out Lauren’s blog on the trip too. Once we head into winter, I will be ready to head back to this little town again.