Recently (as in half an hour ago), I went to the glider-port overlooking Black’s Beach California. The place was a sand maze of gullies and ravines leading to a cliff overlooking the Pacific. Here, I felt more at peace than in my recent history as memory allows. Maybe it was the cool wind that drowned out conversation with a low howl. Maybe it was the incredible view of Southern California landscape. Maybe it was the ground with seemed like a miniature formation of mountains and valleys, giving me a Zen Garden view of the macrocosm. Whatever it was, I feel like I need to go there again.
All the while, I felt a symbolic and poetic significance to the whole experience. I was standing on a precipice. Failure below was greeted by a 1000 foot drop. Before me was the expansive world, farther than my pitiful eyes could see. To the side was a massive series of steps and trails that lead to the lush sandy beaches below where naked women played sports in the warm sun (no, really; it’s a nude beach). There it was, daring me to climb it up and down. And if my parents weren’t in a rush, I just might have.
Hopefully I can see it again before I leave for Michigan on Tuesday.
@devon: Well, there was at least one that I saw. It is still a nude beach since a beach patrol car passed right by her and kept on going.
To be honest, the promise of nudity was actually the least of my concern. I was just so at peace. It felt like the mountain top that houses a zen monastery.