I’ve planned all along to spend several days on the beaches but on this day the weather forced my hand. It rained on and off throughout the night and when I woke up it was really coming down. I’d begun to recognize the pattern though: sprinkles become rain, which falls for a spell and then fades away. The sun may even briefly poke through. So during one of these rain breaks I made breakfast. I also checked out my weather apps and it was clear that there’d be a good storm in the early afternoon and rain off and on the rest of the day. So I decided to stay here for another night.
During another break I rode backroads to Manzanita where I resupplied and had coffee and pie with the locals. There was a brief downpour during coffee. I also acquired a new pair of wool socks. I headed back as another wave of rain began. I spent time in my tent in contemplation, lost in the distant sounds of the surf. I caught up on my journal. During another break I had lunch. It really came down early afternoon as predicted. But after this torrential downpour it slackened off and I decided that I had to make at least an appearance on the beach.
tendrils of fog
pour off green hills
into grey waters
It was drizzling as I eneeded the beach, the only soul on the sands. But the drizzle stopped and the clouds broke up and it warmed up. Out of nowhere people showed up. I walked with the wind for a spell and then back against the wind. I spent some time sitting on a log just listening. What I’m here for.
shining down through the trees
the waxing moon