Half Moon Bay

One of my best friends from college came through town early this week. She’s in California visiting family. So I met them where they were all vacationing near the beach. My friend and I each have 3 children, close enough in age that they can play together. The beach was clean and a wall of rocks kept the little ones from wandering too far. Sunny but not hot, Savannah got her first sunburn along the bottom of her back. She spent most of her time with her girlfriend squatting down, digging and building in the sand. So the sun left its mark where her shirt was riding up.

For me, I was elated to see a good friend I hadn’t seen in more than 4 years, and we both got to meet the two children the other had birthed in that time. We tried a little shopping in the downtown of Half Moon Bay which would’ve been much different in our college days. My children and I were exhausted and hungry, so we parted there. I hope to go back with Brad soon. The beach was perfect. Being a weekday, we were one of only 2 or 3 families and several surfers.

The drive is beautiful. I had a dream 1 or 2 years ago about driving through some hilly country, although the dream felt more like Colorado than California. It opened up onto a wild, green valley that looked deserted, a place where only homesteaders might live. On hwy 92 to Half Moon Bay, I always had the feeling the view would open up to that view I saw in my dream. It never quiet did though. However, on the drive back at 7 p.m. the wilderness became foggy at the tops of the trees, the fog that this part of the coast is known for. Then as I came out of the hills, my skyline opened up to the sun on the trees. I’ve never seen anything like that before. It was like driving suddenly into a new time of day.