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Many of my virtual friends, around the world, have been sharing with me stories of winter. They tell me stories of temperatures I've never experienced in my life (-49F anyone?). I think maybe once, when I was in the mountains on a ski trip, I might have experienced 32 F/0 C. In fact, I think a few little flakes swirled through the air and I got really excited because it was snowing.
So, um, sorry – but that's all I know about cold weather.
However, since many of you are currently experiencing cold, I thought you might like to read about warm.
I woke up Sunday morning sweating.
Aren't I attractive?
It was 77F/25C downstairs in our house, which means the bedrooms upstairs had to be at least 80F. My house gets full morning sun and it heats up quickly in warm weather.
We decided to drive to San Clemente for breakfast at Fisherman's. It's a quick drive from where I live and it promised to be a beautiful beach day.
I was not disappointed.
It was a spectacular morning.
There were some big waves and we watched the surfers as we ate. The waves would crash so hard against the pilings under the restaurant, the table would shake. Ocean spray, from the crashing waves, shot up high enough to mist my feet through the planks of the floor. (Tip: always wear flip flops if you plan to eat outdoors at Fisherman's.)
This was the view straight in front of me while seated at my table:
PR was facing the opposite direction. This is the view from where he sat:
We walked down the pier which is currently under (re)construction. I wanted to get a photo looking back towards the town. San Clemente is nestled in the hills and comes right down to the beach.
There were a lot of pelicans diving for food. I have a weakness for pelicans. They've only recently been removed from the endangered list. In ideal conditions, pelicans can live up to 30 years. Unfortunately, it's getting harder and harder for them to find "ideal" conditions.
Sadly, this pelican, perched on top of a pier building, had a piece of fishing line entangled near his beak. Although the sight of the fishing line upset me, it didn't seem to faze him as he relaxed in the sun. (He was staring at me, can you tell?)
We walked up and down the beach for a long time.
It felt nice to be out on such a wonderful day. Everyone we saw was enjoying themselves and had a smile on their face.
I convinced myself I was burning up thousands of calories with every step I took.
We walked, and we walked, until we ran out of sand.