As I transitioned from I-280 to the Pacific Coast Highway headed south, I saw a glimmer of the sun. After check in at my favorite hostel, I went back out to retrieve some bags and my binoculars from the rental car, only to find the sky had opened. The sun was setting, the show was spectacular. I could care less about adding the seabirds to my list - it only mattered that they were soaring.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Sunset
One of my favorite places on earth is the San Mateo Coast, right around Half Moon Bay. I drove from the Sierra Mountains to the coast on the second day of 2011, through traffic and periodic drizzle and consistent grey skies.
As I transitioned from I-280 to the Pacific Coast Highway headed south, I saw a glimmer of the sun. After check in at my favorite hostel, I went back out to retrieve some bags and my binoculars from the rental car, only to find the sky had opened. The sun was setting, the show was spectacular. I could care less about adding the seabirds to my list - it only mattered that they were soaring.


As I transitioned from I-280 to the Pacific Coast Highway headed south, I saw a glimmer of the sun. After check in at my favorite hostel, I went back out to retrieve some bags and my binoculars from the rental car, only to find the sky had opened. The sun was setting, the show was spectacular. I could care less about adding the seabirds to my list - it only mattered that they were soaring.
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