Half Moon Bay. That roaring beach on our California coast. That’s where Maggie and I went this weekend when we felt we just needed to get out of town. We spread out a blanket, read our magazines, popped sunflower seeds, ate hummus and veggies, walked the beach and were entranced by the waves. Sweatshirts were needed, and welcomed in the morning, but peeled off as the sun and people hit the beach. As always, we were the first to arrive and the last to leave. We got home a little too late, but it was worth a full day of sand of sun.
WELCOME!I’m Lauren — a gentle wanderlust who lives in a little valley nestled between Sacramento and San Francisco. I embrace life’s littlest and most poignant moments, and share them here.
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