the morning was blustery as i left the cottage and went looking for a new path across the headlands. the grassy trail was wet with frost. a silver glaze on every blade of grass, every pine needle and cone. corduroy jacket, scarf, gloves. 41 degrees feels freezing when you’re not used to it!
how good to fill my lungs with cold sea air. soon i was above jughandle beach looking down at swells rolling onto the beach. filling the cove with foamy waves. i stood for awhile looking down at the water and listening to its roar. oh me, oh life!
later i tucked into a cafe with coffee and journal.
back to the cottage.
back to the headlands.
into fort bragg to check out houses. like santa rosa there were lots of options, and they’re even cheaper here on this north coast that’s sealed off from the rest of the world. i wondered if i could leave LA county with it’s 10.5 million citizens and relocate up here to mendocino county- population 87,000. yes. i think so. but i wish i didn’t have to wait at least 5 years to do it. of course, i would rent for a year before making a more permanent commitment. thoughts. i’m thinking them.
yesterday a walk at big river beach where you can walk forever at low tide. rock caves, sea stacks, beach after beach formed by the massive bluffs.
i’m intoxicated by the sheer variety of paths and trails and beaches. sigh.