There’s something restorative about the ocean. As a kid, I was lucky enough to spend a lot of time at the beach — swimming, boating, exploring, boogie boarding, trapping sand fiddlers, building sand castles — you get the picture. A summer’s never passed without me swimming in the Atlantic (sometimes seemingly spending more time in the water than out of it), but these days, I’m getting to know a different, bigger, colder ocean. The coastline is rockier and the sand’s a different color, and if I want to go in I’ve got to don a wetsuit, but something about it is the same.
Today, we headed down to Pacifica to a beach called Lindamar, which is literally right off Highway 1, just south of San Francisco. Despite the freezing cold water (56 degrees — too cold for my Carolina blood), it was packed with surfers, families, dogs and tourists. After sitting there for a while taking it all in, I remembered what it is about the ocean — everyone is just happy to be there.