So I whipped down to the harbor to check on the ship, which was still loading, then went to the ocean, where waves came in and the sun was shining,
and more waves came in. Mostly gulls in the bird realm, and ravens; little birds singing in the woods behind the beach, which there are not in the winter; one eagle over the parking lot. The tide was falling, there was a surprising lot of surf at first and later it was much quieter to the eye and ear. Not an especially low tide, it didn't go out far. Innumerable parties of backpackers traipsed past on their way north (holiday weekend); large family groups ambled up and down the shore. I didn't walk far, chose a log to sit against to read and listen and watch.
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Love hearing that ocean. It's been more than a year since I've been to the coast, and I miss that sound. Beautiful.
My friend who lives in Nevada City goes down to Santa Cruz to look in on her dad. She says it's about a 3-hour drive. I was just about to tell you that, to encourage you guys to Just Go have a taste of the ocean you-deserve-it, when I realized that you know perfectly well Exactly How Long It Takes between these two places also mapped into _your_ life
and probably you would go, would have gone, except you have probably given up long-driving purely for pleasure. An environmental discipline I clearly understood I ought to embrace around a decade ago, but simply have not. I'd have to first move to an outer coast beach town, and from there would still need to Drive to get anywhere else.
But oh God I sure hoped never to move again; and my next move will have to reduce my isolation, bring me back closer to where my friends are. Not just get me closer to the ocean so I can park the car for the duration.
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