I drove down to Half Moon Bay today to visit Chelsea, Michael’s old coworker’s wife. We wake-boarded with Chelsea and Ryan about a year ago in their hometown Napa. It’s about a 40-minute-to-an-hour drive down to Half Moon Bay and if you take CA-1, as I did, there is a terrifying twisting and turning 20 minutes or so when I’m separated from death by only a flimsy-looking metal railing. To my right was a 100-foot drop down a steep cliff straight into the freezing, churning waters of the Pacific. To my left – a sheer rocky cliff. My poor little Honda Civic was shaking in its narrow lane as I navigated the windy turns and stared daggers at the railing. It looked like it was made of paper clip material. Anyway, I made it.
Chelsea and I walked around on the beach for a while, dodging ocean waves and the incoming tide. Pretty glorious. The Ritz Carlton looming on the cliff was gorgeous too. We went to the Half Moon Bay Brewing Company and got lunch. I got the lunch special stuffed salmon. Delicious! They forgot the beurre blanc sauce and brought me a small saucer on the side which I promptly drenched everything on my plate with. Even the salad.