We were out on the Pier in Oceanside, gazing out into the ocean. The waves were crashing, the wind was blowing, and life was good. Surfers were paddling out and riding waves, families were watching their young ones splash on the shore. A man was feeding little fishies to a pelican and the seagulls were hovering over, waiting for a little crumb to snack on. There was even a group of people from the Sea World rescue collecting sea lions.
We had just driven through all the adorable coastal towns of Encinitas, Carlsbad, and now into Oceanside. If we kept going we would be in southern Los Angeles. Each had their own feel and their own charm. They all had their own set of characters. We could see them all from the end of the pier. We could see how long the beach stretched.
I was in awe. I was in awe because this beautiful coastline is enjoyed by people every single day. I live near one of the Great Lakes…and it is not enjoyed to this extent year round. It just isn’t. It would be if the 70 degree sunshine were smiling down on your face.
Oh man, the San Diego area is stealing my heart. You better up your game, Wisconsin…