It’s the first Tuesday of September. I’ve been waiting for this day. The kids are back at school and today marks the end of the summer vacation season. Oh Happy Day!! The campgrounds are empty and the RVs are parked until next year. It’s just us and the retired folk. They’re still out cashing in on the off-season deals.
Today was a beautiful day, perfect weather and great coastal views. The cashier at the grocery store warned us that it was going to be a hot one. It occurred to me to ask what is considered hot around here. Her response: 70 degrees. I laughed to myself and thanked her for the heads-up. I was chilly every time we stopped pedaling, proving everything is relative to what you’re used to.
There is a thin strip of land separating the road from the ocean, mostly inhabited by grazing cattle. I wonder if the lack of development is because people don’t want to take the chance of their piece of California falling victim to shifting plates and the relentless erosive force of the ocean. The San Andreas Fault is underfoot.
Thanks to a generous tailwind we’re blown into camp by 3pm and have time for a hike out on the bluffs. Staring out at the horizon, we admit, life is so good right now.