A Quarter of the Way to Half Moon Bay (07/22/2020)

One week later we returned to the ocean. This time, just a little more north to Ellwood Mesa. I never think of mesas as near the ocean, but I suppose that’s the proper terminology for what a Bluff is: the top of a mesa overlooking an ocean.
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We walked through the field which felt a lot like Half Moon Bay, the trails criss-crossing the open meadow with trees on the perimeter.

We found our way down to the beach and once more, had it all to ourselves except for a few people. We walked over two miles on the edge of the sea, enjoying the cliffs (a.k.a the side of a mesa), and looking out into the great ocean.

Tucker might not have cared much, but I enjoyed the beautiful rocks, wondering how long they had been beneath the sea and what it took for the earth to create such beautiful masterpieces.

A few birds hung out by the pier, and allowed us to pass so we could get under the pier for a photo op.

And then back across the beach we went.

At what I felt was the end of our beach travels, we headed upward on a trail to get bluff-side again.

There was the majestic eucalyptus tree, akin to something from the Upside Down (not that Tucker got the reference, but if he had paid attention to my Netflix nights, he would have).

There’s just something about the view of the ocean from above that I like more than standing on the edge of the waves. Tucker isn’t a fan of actual ocean swimming (or any kind of swimming), so the panoramic view suits our needs.

It was as close to Half Moon Bay as we could be after such a long time away. Bluffs or beach, even this far south from the Bay, we are standing before the very same ocean. 

And so we vowed to come back again, to gaze out over the waves and to let them carry the love in our hearts northward to the bluffs of Half Moon Bay.