It’s Saturday in California! To be precise, an August Saturday, in Northern California! The whole rest of the weekend, and the rest of the month, stretch out ahead.
I’m in the mood for adventure. Just like the year when my children finally began to sleep through the night, after weeks of sofa-bound illness I feel my cheerful self return. Cheer demands we leave the sofa behind.
Where to go?
Maybe we”ll drive over the hill in search of fog.
Americans tend to visit Northern California in February and March. I understand why, much of the rest of the country is in snow and sleet. But here that time of year is usually rainy or chilly or both. Unpredictable in any case. In spring you won’t really understand why so many of us moved here, and once here, why we stay.
It’s probably a Saturday in August that brought us and kept us. Now our skies are blue. And blue and blue and blue. Blue like we invented it. Except along the coast. There, wet cold Pacific air meets dry inland heat and makes fog.
As a teen I spent one summer living in San Francisco. I loved to drive down the freeway anticipating inland skies. But it’s been so hot on the Peninsula lately, the months without rain so relentless, I’m in the mood for drizzle. I’m telling, you, come to Northern California in August.
Maybe we’ll drive over the hill to the Pacific. Maybe we’ll park in an asphalt lot along the highway, and make our way down one of the yellow cliffs to the wild. Hop from rock to cratered rock, balancing. Maybe the ocean, because it’s not a sea, make no mistake, maybe it’s gray-green. The waves will sweep across the sand, all white bubbles and sand rattles.
Our sand is neither Caribbean powder, nor British pebbles. Something in between.
Maybe I’ll take off my shoes and get my feet so cold in the water they hurt. One of those things like pimiento cheese — found young, loved forever, misunderstood by many. I feel the same way about sea anemones.
In any case, it’s Saturday. The first day of August. Time for an adventure. Have a wonderful weekend everyone.