There's something about the ocean. It's mesmerizing draw is magnetic. Me and the boys escaped the heat for the Father's Day weekend and headed to the Redwood coast. Not cuz I can't stand the heat, but because I like the ocean more than the lakes and rivers we were going to play in.
After checking in at an Arcata motel (that not surprisingly smelled a little like Da Kine), we headed up to Trinidad and the beach.
Truth be told, if I weren't tethered to Redding via an ex-wife and my three cherubs, I would live near the ocean.
It's the place I feel the most peace. The soothing sound of the surf. The feel of sand between my toes. The waves lapping at the shore. The water coming on shore and washing away all traces, all footprints. The faint taste of salt on my lips.
Add to that the beauty of the weather-beaten rocks and it's about as perfect a place as you'll find.
Pictures to come.
After checking in at an Arcata motel (that not surprisingly smelled a little like Da Kine), we headed up to Trinidad and the beach.
Truth be told, if I weren't tethered to Redding via an ex-wife and my three cherubs, I would live near the ocean.
It's the place I feel the most peace. The soothing sound of the surf. The feel of sand between my toes. The waves lapping at the shore. The water coming on shore and washing away all traces, all footprints. The faint taste of salt on my lips.
Add to that the beauty of the weather-beaten rocks and it's about as perfect a place as you'll find.
Pictures to come.
