When it’s pretty in San Francisco and you have nowhere to be, you make for the coast.
You drive down beyond Ocean Beach, past Pacifica and you keep on going.
You go through the tunnel at Devil’s Slide, which hadn’t even opened when we left in 2011, and you drive further south.
You stop to take pictures at every pull-out because you can (and maybe to grab a beer in Half Moon Bay).
And because the water is just so darn pretty.
If you find a deserted beach—and you will; there are many—you stop for more than just a photo.
You take your shoes off and dig your toes in the sand.
And marvel at the fact that California is a state of 37 million residents, and you can still find peace and quiet.
On this day, our slice of respite was Pescadero, a place I had stopped at many times over the years on drives down Highway 1.
One girl in particular was in heaven. (OK, two girls really.)
This dog sure likes to get her paws dirty when we let her.
We broke the rules and let her off leash. Don’t tell beach patrol.
She’s in her happy place when she’s allowed to run free.
I guess she gets that honestly.
You lured us right back in with your beauty, California. I promise it won’t be another two years before we return this time.