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The following is a description of my favorite beach, without naming man made features.
This could be how the Spaniards might have seen and described the spot when
they first arrived.
 | I am facing the bay, and a bay it must be as there are mountains to the right more than
a days walk from here and hills to my left, which are much closer but also bordering the
blue waters, framed by the sand in front of me, cliffs in the distant right and rocks in
the distant left. |
| The sun is far behind me and my shadow on the sand is getting longer. The sun feels good
in the wind-shade, yet sitting down, with the sand dune between the sun and me it’s
cold. |
| It’s a clear day. But not clear enough to see the contours of the mountains to the
north. They are just shades in a gray haze. Looking to my right between me and the faraway
mountain range one small remnant of a clean white cloud looks much out of place. |
| The waves washing ashore are coming closer now. Looking straight out on the water, my
right cheek feels cold. I lick my index finger and hold it up, yes the breeze is coming
from my right. |
| There is no drift wood, no float-sam, nothing but sand between me and the ocean. Behind
me a native tree, next to it foreign trees, smelly trees. |
| The ocean looks powerful and while knowing better I get my feet wet in a wave’s run
off. It’s always cold the water here. The swells at the beach are gentle, I had
counted till seven when this swell bigger than the others got me. As the water retreats
little holes open up in the sand. |
| The bay reflects the onset of more wind. Some of the small waves are breaking. Here and
there a white crown. A flock of noisy grey geese passes overhead. Just as I get ready to
leave I get to watch a pelican in flight low above the water’s surface. |
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to Monterey, California |
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updated
01/09/09
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