The east coast of the United States has been ravaged by storms of late. Now, it's California's turn. We all watched with trepidation this week as our local weather guys mapped out three storms, all lined up in the Pacific Ocean like airplanes waiting for take-off. The first hit Wednesday afternoon. The second will hit us today, and the third one on Sunday.
I happened to be in Cambria yesterday. It's a charming little town on Highway 1, half way between Los Angeles and San Francisco. It's only a two-hour drive from Santa Barbara, so I come here often. I love this stretch of the highway because it hugs the Pacific Ocean. It has to be one of the most beautiful drives in the world. During the winter months, however, mudslides and high surf cause many closures.
I timed it just right. About 8:30 a.m., the rain stopped. I grabbed my camera and walked across the street from my hotel, happy that the town had built this boardwalk along Moonstone Drive. The ground was soaked. There were other people out, walking their dogs or jogging, knowing they had a small window of opportunity here before the next storm hit. In less than an hour, it started to rain once again.
This blog is all about searching for magical moments and to see the Pacific Ocean fueled by storms is definitely one of them. The surf is frothy and turbulent. The mist bathes my face; it is more therapeutic than an expensive facial. Ah, Mother Nature! Thrillingly treacherous. Sublimely beautiful.
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