Fourth of July celebrating was done, and we still had an additional day and night at the beach. Waking to the scent of freshly baked bread is scrumptious. The kitchen was just below our open window at San Benito House.
A fog horn burping it's every ten second warning was beckoning us to come hither. The harbor where the horn bellows was peaceful, the beach hardly visited. We collected seashells and walked the cliffs.
I felt quite lucky to find an anemone, unmarred by the sea ~
Fog of the morning hours lifted and left us with glimmering sand ~
We had hours for relaxing, reading, browsing shops and feasting ~
Two days of cool beachy breezes and that extra added bonus of a small town parade - so good for one's spirit!
Goodnight Half Moon Bay - we'll see you very soon...