I never tire of walking on the beach or listening to pounding surf. Unfortunately, we don't have much oceanfront in Sacramento. OK, we don't have any. But we can drive 2 to 3 hours and reach the ocean, which is better than living in, oh, say, Minneapolis. Here is proof of me walking on the beach in Marina, California.
We spent last weekend at the Sanctuary Beach Resort. This place is a collection of small buildings, some halfplexes and cottages, with ocean and / or dune views. It's closer to Monterey than to Santa Cruz but an easy commuting distance to each. Mostly, it's peace and quiet. The staff delivers breakfast in a picnic basket to your door in the morning.
If you need constant motion about you while on vacation, the Sanctuary Beach Resort might be too boring for you. But if your life is a hotbed of activity such as that of this Sacramento real estate agent, then a break from the hectic day-to-day activities is most likely rejuvenating. Gives new meaning to the phrase go fly a kite. In fact, it's probably better to watch somebody else flying a kite.
Or, maybe it's better to be a seagull who spends her days running back and forth from the surf. We carted away plastic from the beach. People can be so careless, thoughtless and stupid, and I'm not just talking about short sale negotiators. We found scraps of plastic, empty water bottles and even a full water bottle in the sand. Plastic does not decompose. It is made from oil. It breaks up into small pieces, which are then digested by birds and other sea-life, and it kills them. If you spot plastic on the beach, pick it up. Be part of the solution.
Photos: Adam and Elizabeth Weintraub