Ocean Beach Pier

The Pacific Ocean can put everything into perspective.

Back to the Shores

Z and I got a little restless. He threw on his best suspenders and we ventured down to Pacific Shores for some high class decor and a cheap drink.

Little Cat Feet

The fog comes

on little cat feet

It sits looking 

over harbor and city

on silent haunches

and then moves on.

Carl Sandburg

Gray

For my mom's birthday I decided to take advantage of living an easy walk from the beach. My mom loves the beach- she's a Florida girl who has also spent her fair share of time on some beautiful Hawaiian beaches. Today's weather didn't provide a brilliant blue sky and there are no volcanoes in the background but I think she liked the result anyway. There's a particularly heinous shot of me in the Grand Canyon framed in the living room and she's going to replace it with this so that's a win in my book.

The beach wasn't crowded at all but of course someone showed up right when Z started taking these pictures...at least it was all pretty self-explanatory.

After getting that taken care of, we took advantage of the low tide to get creepy at the tide pools and play with some dead animal pieces. In case you can't guess who was picking up carapaces, here's a visual  clue.

That's not vegan!

Cliffs and Chips

Sunset Cliffs is one of those places that makes me think California really is some kind of wonderland. It's wild and rugged and kind of scary and absolutely, unbelievably gorgeous.


There's a beach below the cliffs that looks amazing. All summer, while in Virginia, I thought about that beach and how great it would be to conquer my fear of heights (and my related fears of falling, pain, death, and embarrassment) and hang out there. Today was another beautiful day, perfect for a bike ride  to the cliffs. Our route to the cliffs was much hillier than anticipated and we ended up pushing our bikes as much as riding them. I made sure to note a much flatter option for next time.

See Z on the path? I swear (hope) it's much steeper than it looks. I think I made it about eight feet before freezing and assuming the "I'm terrified, crouching means I'll be safer" position. After I got back to the top, I watched a young boy scamper gleefully down to the beach.

Needing physical and spiritual nourishment after that disappointment, we headed down to Ranchos Cocina.

Z tried to get birds to take chips out of his hand by saying, "Who's brave? Who's brave?".  Apparently OB birds are cowards.