It was sunny. I headed out, to spend some secluded time with my book and the sand.
I was anxious to smell the ocean, the salt and breeze, feel the sand on my skin. I brought my bikini, just in case.
Muir Beach, CA was my destination.
As I drove down the twisting HWY 1 to the coast, fog began blocking out the sun and my view. The air was turning from warm to chilly, and by the time I parked in the ‘lot full’ parking lot, I was thankful I had brought my short jean jacket.
I had chosen my clothing carefully. I wore a short teal lace beach dress, cute wedge sandals, and my bikini in which I scandalously changed into, in my car. (no one saw me!) It was not quite what I’d prefer to wear on a cold day at the beach.
Barefoot walk to the beach in the cold sand, carrying my favorite “use me over and over again” Kenneth Cole Reaction bag filled with towel, sarong, book, camera, water,… I was set.
Interesting people greeted me as I passed by. Fire smoke and bundled babies and doggies having a blast, it was perfect!
My happy spot selected, I sat to enjoy the sights, smells and strangers around me. Groups of people camped around smoking fires, keeping warm in the sand. Activity and conversation surrounded me. It was lovely, alone on the beach with my book and my thoughts.
When the wind turned the air from bearable to bone-chilling, I packed up with thoughts of wearing more appropriate beach clothing. On the path, I passed a camera crew going to take cool misty shots and a college group carrying heavy logs, with ‘great flames’ written on their faces.
It was tempting to stay and enjoy the night fun on Muir Beach, but my cold feet took me to my car and home. Next time…