While a vacation is a wonderful way to refresh the spirit, it also means an avalanche of laundry, unpaid bills, putting away suitcases, fixing up the garden, etc. Hence it taking me two weeks to post some photos on our travels.
As each spot has it’s own unique personality, I should describe San Clemente State Beach a bit: the visitor approaches by walking down a very steep incline: about 21 percent grade, a passer-by told me.
As you walk through narrow, crumbling, sand-encrusted canyon walls – much of which is engraved with names and drawings – you curve around until you are rewarded with a glimpse of the ocean. Obscuring the view a bit is a narrow tunnel holding up train tracks. While some families might be annoyed by trains passing by every 20 minutes, my aficionado kids were thrilled.
After the bridge, beachgoers are rewarded with a modest ribbon of pristine sand that goes for miles in either direction and large waves that launch parenting radar into “Danger, Will Robinson” mode.
But it’s okay, because the kids run out onto the beach and immediately find ways to amuse themselves.