Last Sunday was such a remarkable, beautiful, warm (80F/27C) day. I physically ached for some beach time but my list of responsible adult-like things I should be doing was a mile long. Finally, around 2:00 I took off for the beach. I only had two hours to spare until PR needed to be picked up at a friend's house. I drove to Calafia Beach in San Clemente.
The waves were fairly big, and the ocean was sparkling.
Those are the Dana Point Headlands you see in the background.
I walked from Calafia down past San Clemente State Beach. There are some multi-million dollar homes on the cliffs above the beach.
It was much less crowded once I walked for awhile. I like it when I can find long stretches of empty sand.
The beaches in South Orange County don't attract as many interesting characters as you see up at the L.A. beaches (particularly Venice). However, like any beach, there's always some great people watching. I sat on the sand for awhile so I could stare at the waves.
Staring at waves for a couple hours probably sounds like a strange thing to do. Wave watching relaxes me in a way that nothing else does. The motion of the sea, the smell of the salt air, the crashing of the waves and the changes in the tide connect with my innermost soul.
I was deep in a wave-induced trance when I thought I heard music. I glanced up to see a man walking towards me playing his guitar. Playing guitar and walking at the same time takes talent and coordination. He was playing well too. He and I were the only two people as far as the eye could see. Eventually he reached me, nodded his head, and kept on playing as he strolled past me down the beach.
I went back to staring at the ocean. I was keeping my eyes peeled for dolphins or whales, but I didn't catch a glimpse of either.
Did I mention it was a spectacularly beautiful afternoon?
The waves came in …
And crashed …
And the foam sprayed up in the air as if in celebration.
It felt like the ocean was putting on a show just for me.
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