Sometimes I’m driving down coastal streets and I need to remember to keep my eyes on the road, because the sea tugs on my gaze and doesn’t want to let go. Â I too often try to catch a glimpse of what the waves look like between nooks in the dazzling beach houses, and soon after have to check myself because I plan on getting to my destination safely so that I can in fact surf and not end up with a totaled subie.
At San Onofre for a little bit of Sunday road trip funday, even after putting on a damp wetsuit that felt like icicles in the post-rain frigid air, the sea had me in such a trance that it took what seemed like ages to actually get in the water (the car heater and funky tunes blasting didn’t help either). Â The sandy beach sprinkled with boulders, Â clear sky, and the bottomless blue of the ocean would have been enough to make anyone feel like they had reached some sort of zen state.
It’s moments like these that make life seem like a dream. Â The best part is that you can pinch yourself and you won’t wake up, and you can ride your dream down whichever road – or wave – you want.
