The drive down was beautiful beyond imagining. California truly is the state. I forget sometimes how breathtaking and breathgiving it is and how varied. We are loaded with beaches, each one unique.
As I drove, I was reminded of my many visits to Jeff when he went to UCSC. I stopped in Davenport today at one of my favorite places and enjoyed breakfast. Then I journeyed down to Carmel and checked out the beach there. My grandmother slept there in the 1920's when she would come down on the weekends from SF. It is fun to imagine it though it would not be allowed now. Camping on the beach in Carmel. I don't think so.
I drove back along the 17 mile drive and remembered when I rode my mountain bike from northern Monterey to Carmel and back and still felt great. Those were different days.
I love my spot for the night and am enchantingly tucked in planning to work. We'll see!! This feels like a trip down Memory Lane and that is always good for awhile. Now, can I put myself into the book and last year? Hmmm!! Maybe I'll just soak in the sound of the sea.