The last time I did a post about California, it was all about Venice Beach. And while I still love that crazy urban beachside jungle, the SoCal coastline just doesn't have a thing on the Northern headlands. Yes, it's less fun in the sun, less summer vacation, less 5 star resorts & less skate parks... But the amount of natural drama that exudes from the cliffs & shoreline of Big Sur, Half Moon Bay and Monterey are kind of jaw dropping in their beauty.
I took a drive. A fairly long drive. From LA up the coastline. And I got a car upgrade- to a convertible mustang. How much fun can you have on four wheels??? A lot. Santa Monica? Santa Barbara? Santa Cruz? Check. Check. Check. My itinerary sounds sort of like a hispanic religious experience :)
So I've been on the northern Californian coast for a while, but have up until recently only enjoyed the pacific through the lens of my sunglasses or my Canon. Until last weekend. I ended up on a hiking trip where I accidentally got caught by a freak wave and went for a swim. Fully dressed. In the middle of winter. And I don't mean ankle deep. I mean, I'm swimming to the shore kind of deep. The water was WRONG cold. Of course my brand new iPhone 5 was in my pocket. Ouch.
Maybe I should reconsider the merits of SoCal beaches afterall...
