Up through the summer of my tenth year of life, my grandmother had a house at the beach. This house may explain my predisposition toward shingle siding.
When I lived near the beach, I missed the mountains. Now that mountains are a regular part of my life, I miss the beach. So, let’s go to the beach, figuratively speaking, through pencil drawings. (I’ll probably be in the mountains when these posts appear. . . )
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Oh how I miss the beach and long for the walks and rest it has given me all these years. Sigh! Thanks for the drawings! Hugs
Melissa, thank you for appreciating the drawings. You are in the same boat as I am. . . loving both mts. and beach, so here we are in the Central Valley, betwixt and between.
So neat that you’ve lived close to both the mountains and the beach, Jana. How wonderful to live in a place where you can get to either one without major travel. Enjoy both, my friend!
Cheryl, I think this is partially why California is so crowded. . .not so much here in the overheated Central Valley, but the state is such a peculiar shape that both beach and mountains are generally accessible to most folks.
Much of my life I wanted to live by the ocean. Then I did! From 1988 until the Fall of 2006. After that, I was bored with the sameness. I wanted 4 seasons again. Since late 2006, we’ve lived in the foothills of the mountains on the main fork of a snow-melt river. I STILL don’t miss the ocean. This is my paradise :-)! Leah
Leah, that is interesting, because when I lived by the beach it was in Sandy Eggo, the weather was boring. Perhaps a more northern beach would suit both of us. But, like you, I do love it here. Thank you for telling me your story!
Hi Jana could you please tell me what pier ?
Thank you
Cheryl
Hi Cheryl, I’m sorry to say I’m unsure of either pier. I think the horizontal one used to be by the Sebastian Store, around San Simeon. The vertical one is also a mystery to me – it might be the old Cayucos Pier, but then again, it might not.
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