My new roommate is nearing the end of her funemployment days because of that whole "start working at Google" thing next Monday. So on Thursday she said, "Let's go on an adventure!"
The day included a drive to the coast, climbing over a small fence, traipsing through a historic ranch, observing sea cliffs and sea lions, lounging in a secluded beach cove, eating tacos that rocked my world (you know I don't say that lightly), finding Pineapple Dole Whip on a magical boardwalk, and riding an old wooden rollercoaster on said boardwalk. Conclusion: my roommate knows how to adventure.
The coast is breathtaking. The icy wind, the salt in the air and the lush growth along the cliffs. The boardwalk and kites and the smell of corn dogs and kettle corn. The farmland and forest and seashore all in the same breath. While my heart is probably still in Arizona, I think my soul has always known it needs the ocean.
Throwback to my last coastal adventure, when I was a wild child.