Today I made another big step forward, and took my first solo adventure during a storm. I grabbed “his” camera, got in the car, stopped at a coffee kiosk (where I forgot to ask for decaf, so I only drank enough to warm myself up) and headed south. My destination was one of “our” favorite picture taking and viewing spots. We often went down to this place and watched the sunset, or the waves come and go, sometimes he would snooze and I’d read, or we’d take a walk, take photos, sit on a bench. Several times we took a sack lunch and ate and enjoyed the quiet. We met loads of tourists there and would chat with them. Now M enjoyed going down there to feed the seagulls and squirrels. In fact, they seemed to recognize our car and would land on it in droves when we parked the car. Ha! I found it a little unsettling to have them staring in at us through the front window of the car, and then if I looked up through the sun window, there were these eyeballs watching me from above. I quickly learned not to open the side window because they would get way too close for my comfort. I also learned that my Jr. High science teacher was correct when he said that the wind will sweep many things in through an open window. Still, it didn’t matter the season or the weather, this was a special place that we enjoyed together for 9 years. I’ve gone down twice since he’s been gone, and wound up in tears both times. Today I was ready to face and conquer this place.
When I arrived it was hard to find a parking spot, and even harder to find a place to stand and take photos. Apparently half the world was ready to conquer their own fears today. Having finally secured (i.e. beat someone else to it) a parking spot, I grabbed the camera and got out. It was windy and I had to lean on the car to get my footing so that I could step up on the sidewalk. I found myself simply staring at the HUGE waves (reported to be 30 feet this afternoon and possibly reaching 50-60 feet by midnight!), listening to the ROAR, and I stood there totally awestruck as I surveyed God’s wonderful and powerful creation: the ocean in turmoil.
You can see where I was standing if you visit this page. The grey car that is parked could almost be my car, and I was standing on the walkway next to the car. The water was all the way to the cliff, and none of the beach was visible.
Finally my fingers were going numb so I began taking pictures before I couldn’t push the button. I’m not the photographer that M was, so I don’t have these great framed photos of the waves, and some of these pictures are a little slanted, but I’m happy with my first big solo photo taking adventure. There is one snap of a wave splashing up (see up top), and that was a total surprise snap. I was about to shut the camera off and here came this crash of a wave and I simply hit the button. I am surprised that it’s such a clear photo.
There’s a couple of photos that I wish you could have seen in person, for the waves in the distance look tiny and almost normal—but they aren’t. Even from shore I could tell these were the 30 footers heading in to smash into the rocks and cliff. The looked so huge, even though they were probably a mile (half-mile?) out to sea.
Eventually I was getting sprayed by the ocean and I decided it was time to retreat to the safety (and warmth!) of the car. I sat for a bit and watched, and then it was time to head home. I pulled in to the wayside by the bay and got a few photos of the bridge and the clouds and then came home.
My spirits are good, I am praising God that I’ve been able to step out and do something that we so enjoyed, and I still enjoy. I thought about Isaiah 40:31, for today I wasn’t weary and I felt as though my heart was soaring on the wings of eagles.
But those who wait on the Lord
Shall renew their strength;
They shall mount up with wings like eagles,
They shall run and not be weary,
They shall walk and not faint.