Water. I’m drawn to it, refreshed by it, invigorated by it. Last week I went to Lake Chabot, my nearest body of water. It’s a lovely lake. We took a hike, about 4 miles round trip. Along the way I was reminded by the graffiti that even out in nature, we’re not far from evidence of the city.
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In contrast to the lake’s quiet, today I went to the ocean. One of my favorite spots on any coast is Half Moon Bay, about 25 miles south of San Francisco.
The bay side, as you can see, is placid and lovely. Children love the water, and it’s a treat to watch them play by its side. If you keep walking past the Pillar Point marsh, you come upon a sweet little beach down low and bluffs above. You also come upon the surf spot known as Mavericks. The shorebirds are nonplussed by this.
The further you go, the more extreme the shoreline becomes.
The rocks here are punishing, but stunning. They call it the Boneyard for a reason.
If you’ve been here for a while you probably know I follow big wave surfing. Today, there were intrepid souls out there. The waves were about 10-11′, I’d guess. Messy, heavy, and choppy, it’s still a pleasure to watch someone drop in on one.
As I was leaving, there were more surfers heading out. It’s serious business, being in the water out there. I have a lot of respect for these athletes and their skill. As always, I have a lot of love for the ocean.