Shelter Cove, CA
Like magic, the weather changed with the shifting decade. Days of rain were a far-off memory as I cheated for the day, hitching a ride with Dad out to Shelter Cove, where we successfully evaded the beachside sentries. This guy wasn’t so lucky.
It was nice to have some company from a real person who loved me, not just another of my roadside fantasies. And it was fun to talk about some of the things I’ve learned about California – some confusing, some hopeless, and others just plain cold. Mostly, though, a trip like this is all about serendipity, and about the universe delivering exactly what was needed.
After weeks of rain in the hills, what I needed was some sunshine, a beach, some love, and a beautiful coastal sunset. I got what I needed. Dad dropped me back in Leggett and I spent the night with a new friend I had met up in Redway. If it seemed I once was lost, it was in the coastal sunshine that I surely was found.