I Miss The Beach


It was my escape. From Silicon Valley, from civilization, from people. The beach in Northern California was unlike what I grew up with. In NorCal, you don’t go to the beach to get in the water, unlike the Gulf beaches where the water is the main attraction. Instead, you go for the beauty of the earth crashing into the ocean, with creeks, rocks, driftwood, mountains and cool moist air creating a wonderland for the senses.

Her first beach adventure at 3 months

Her first beach adventure at 3 months

I made it a regular habit to go to the beach with Evie in the winter. It was our Saturday Daddy Adventure Date standard and started when she was only 3 months old.

Half Moon Bay, Miramar Beach

Rain or shine!

Rain or shine, we’d go to Miramar Beach near Half Moon Bay, walk down the pathway to Surfers Beach, and just hang out while exploring the beach, the creek, and whatever had washed up the night before.


Stick forts are the best

Build sandcastles. Fight with swords made out of sticks. Find new treasures for her nature box.


Then we’d walk back to the car, stopping by the volunteer-run Ebb Tide Cafe for a warm-me-up drink and a bit of guilty pleasure, usually in the form of homemade coffee cake. We’d make it back to the car and head back over the hill to home, with one of us usually falling asleep on the way!

Falling asleep on the way home from the beach. Gotta love the hat

There were days (usually when it was raining) when we’d have the beach to ourselves. It was amazing, being in the middle of all the natural beauty, feeling the pounding rhythm of the waves, enjoying the antics of shorebirds and forgetting about the cares of the world without having to share the beach with anyone.

And there’s nothing like this here in middle Tennessee. Dammed lakes with bass boats, murky ponds with an occasional turtle, small creeks flowing around the flotsam of inland civilization, muddy rivers lazily rounding the next bend. Beautiful in their own way, but not even close to the ocean.

And I miss it terribly.

Our last visit :(

Our last visit 😦

Categories: Memories

Tagged as: ,

2 replies »

Please Leave a Reply!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s