. . . I was a student (College of San Mateo), studying Fine Art, mostly, sculpture - clay, iron, casting - and lived in Half Moon Bay. I owned a small travel trailer, and lived in a small RV park, at the end of a dirt road that ended at the beach. I think it was called “Hidden Beach” - but I may have it confused with another - it was a “locals only” kinda beach. I could throw a stone from my front door, and the third throw would land in the Pacific Ocean.
. . . it was great, most mornings began with a barefoot run of the beach and the trails - I developed really tough feet. Some days at school, other days spent part-timing (like students do) - and evenings were wine and homework and firelight.
. . . what beach you live on is the important factor. I enjoy being confronted by the elements, so a “Major House Scene” with a paved driveway and traffic out the front door, while the backyard was a populated, crowded beach scene wouldn’t do for me—but for many that is just fine, enjoy.
. . . now I am inland a bit, but wonderfully situated, I can see the Ocean from my bedroom, view is over a fertile valley reserved for growing grass and raising dairy cows. And I have to drive about a mile, but then I am a wondrous beach that, once again, only the “locals” really know about.
. . . Lived on the Jersey Shore for a year or so also, but the beach was always across the street. . .
If you get a chance DO IT!—There is nothing like living where the earth meets the sea. (Except maybe where the earth meets the sky, ie high mountain country).
(The photo is from ouside my door, looking west, that little shiny spot just below the setting sun is Humboldt Bay, the trees are on the north jetty, and just beyond (and not viewable) is the Pacific Ocean—I am very blessed to live here.)
