After meeting with an old high school friend, I was in a most definite mood to see the coast. I pulled out my map and spotted Half Moon Bay right away. A little south of there is San Gregorio State Beach. I had never been there or at least don't remember being there before. I hopped in my car and began the journey.

I went up Highway 280, made my way west on 84 towards the coast, passing through Woodside and La Honda along the way. The winding mountain roads were a favorite course for motorcycles and cyclists alike. At one peak, there were dozens of motorcycles lined up outside a mountaintop restaurant.

I finally reached the beach. It was littered with driftwood and old bonfire pits. People were everywhere, enjoying picnics, reading, admiring the waves and the view. I took it all in, walking the length of the beach and up the cliff to take a few pictures. I won't say, this time, that there is something spiritual about watching the tide and hearing the roar of the waves. I will say that there is something strangely calming about it. I don't feel rushed and I don't feel worried. I only smell the air, feel the breeze and the warmth of the sun.