My friend Julie Lang (@potomacsurfer) trying out her groovy new board. Wet Bottom wave in Mather Gorge on the Potomac River.
Super cool.
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On The Road: Southern California
106º F is hot! How hot? So hot that when you stick your arm out the window doing 75 MPH it still feels hot! Like burning uncomfortably hot! Wind chill factor did not seem to apply. This was somewhere along I-10 just south of Joshua Tree National Park. I’d never experienced heat that great before, and I’ll be fine if I never do again.
It was 6 hours on the road through the southern California desert, on our way to Oceanside. We’d left Phoenix earlier that morning and had the A/C cranking nonstop. The temperature had dropped to 102º by the time we reached the Dinosaurs of Cabazon. So, you know… cool! Despite the heat we couldn’t resist that famous roadside attraction. Americana at it’s weirdest!
Eventually, jumped back in the air conditioned compact and pushed on to the coast to visit with family, attend nephew’s wedding, hangout by the beach and just generally explore Oceanside, California. Which, by the way, never broke 80º our entire stay.
Rachel and a Cabazon Dinosaur.
Wedding practice in Oceanside.
The wedding planner keeping us in line.
Flower girl.
Timing the surging waves under the Oceanside pier.
Paddling out past the breakers.
Early morning stroll along the Oceanside beach.
Marin County
If all goes accordingly (and doesn’t it always?) Marin County in Northern California will be my final resting place. OK, that sounds kind of morbid… let’s say rather that my wife and I would love to die there! Uh… wait… what I mean is we hope Northern California is where we’ll live out our days. You know, retire. Or something like that.
“Retire” is such an ugly word, though, isn’t it? Maybe “repurpose” is what I want. Rachel and I hope to one day repurpose ourselves in Northern California. Yeah, that’s better.
So why Northern California? Well…
Did this artist find herself a spot or what!
Bar. Yes, that’s the actual name. Bar. It’s old and gritty and has no kitchen; but you can bring in a burger
from down the street if you like. Like a 1967 VW it sits among the Rolls Royce establishments of Sausalito.
No frills, no food, no name. It’s almost perfect.
I posted about this fellow earlier this year. (do a search) His name is Matt Jaffe. A troubadour; storyteller.
The Sweetwater Music Hall in Mill Valley hosts big names and locals.
We happened upon this open mic night and it was pure fun.
I could not pass up this nautical motif in the back patio of a joint in Bolinas. The Coast Cafe.
Had fried oyster benedict for breakfast. I will never forget it. (And I mean that in a good way!)
The sky changes by the second this time of the evening. Magentas and violets fight for supremacy. Darkness wins, ultimately.
Majestic is an over-used descriptor… but really, that’s what they are. Mill Valley Redwoods.
Howard. As you might guess, totally laid back and groovy.
This dude at Rodeo Beach had some stuff going on. Dancing across the waves like some manic ballerino.
San Francisco viewed from Mt. Tamlapais; a city nestled in the fog.
The interplay of light and shadows at Stinson Beach.
The warm sunset of a cool evening.
Northern California. Works for us.
Oceanside, California.
Spent the holidays in Oceanside. A little break from reality is always a good thing.
75° days. Cool, comfortable evenings. Mellow times.
And, for some, good surfing.
Surfing in Oceanside, CA. December 2013.
“Action is eloquence…”
But, as my friend Bob Black told me, “Inaction is poetry.” And that’s beautiful.
Surfer at Stinson Beach, California.
Click Refresh
Nothing like a rejuvenating week on the northern California coast. After a long, crazy, stressful year, a little refresh was critical.
Weather was typical. Rain, wind, fog, sun, dry, wet, warm, chilly… pretty much the works. Photographically, every day… hell, every hour a new, more dramatic scene was unveiled. Couldn’t ask for more.
Ready for 2013. Let’s go!
Surfer dude, Stinson Beach, CA.