Hello again friends and family. I wrote this blog entry while sitting on a cliff beside the ocean on one of our first days in California in Crescent City. The posting is obviously a little late, however this journal entry perfectly captures my amazement at the stunning beauty of California.
The sun is warm on my face, shining down the left side of my body and melting all my muscles into calm relaxation. The air is cool, crisp, smelling of seaweed that has been roasting for too long under the harsh glare of the sun. The waves thunder below me, crashing into twenty foot cliffs in white foamy abandonment. Vacation beach houses huddle together, perching delicacy on the cliff to my right. The houses gaze solemnly through giant glass windows out upon the vast expanse of ocean. The little structures look like colorful birds, painted in off yellows and ocean blues. All the buildings have the same tint to them, as if hot California summers have baked them into the surrounding desert landscape. To my left, our little home on wheels sits in an empty gravel lot; tiny in comparison to the vast shimmering ocean in gazes across. Above me, the sky is an impossibly vibrant blue, growing hazy as it reaches for the surface of the water surface of the water. Suddenly, I feel very, very small. My tiny presence nearly nonexistent in comparison to the vastness of the world around me. I close my eyes and abandon myself to this novel, beautiful land of ocean and never ending sky called California.
Blog Post by: Isabelle
Edited and posted by: Lily