Thursday, April 7, 2016

California fog blankets the land of Trinidad

It was another memorable long weekend about to etch its beauty in our hearts. 
The picturesque coastal village of Trinidad, on the far northern edge of California, drew us north via a long undulating drive zigzagging between ageless giant redwood trees, a rugged countryside, and a coastline like no other. It welcomed us with open arms. Trinidad Bay, with its picture-perfect pocket beaches, its sheltered working harbor, and its small fleet of fishing boats anchored here and there along its uncrowded pier, brings magic to this historic seaside village sitting atop a rocky bluff with rugged cliff sides.

In the waning evening light of our arrival into town, we literally made a U-turn back to the beach before checking in to our inn. The sky was beckoning us, teasing us in its swirling dance. The clouds exploded, delighted at our return. The deep purples, the vibrant magentas melted into the burnt tangerines, then bounced off the vermillions, and into the dark ambers racing to catch up to the flaming yellows - a sight to behold. We headed to our inn in a daze. 

The next morning, the show was not over! In the night - more magic had occurred. A white blanket, veiled in soft shades of muted grays had drifted in. It now wrapped itself along every nook and cranny of the coves below, swallowing them whole. It lingered around at the softest pace. It gracefully silenced the sounds of the birds peaking from their nests on the edge of the cliffs. It drooped and shrouded and hovered and floated and invaded and sheltered and drifted. The morning had settled into a beautiful damp misty gauze all over the land. We were enchanted.





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Was the fog rising from the sea, or coming down from the sky, or was it stretching itself from beyond the horizon? Was the spectacular sunset of the previous evening eager to return?
 I know they will continue their dance of light, teasing each other with " if you do the soft grays and whites, I shall do the reds and purples and yellows"...
 Together they will color our world... and remind us once again, how good it is for the soul.

Enjoy as always, Adeline

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