A Cenoura in the rain to muddy horse walks at the farm.  

my favorite of these is the center photo of the white fence and grass. Still learning the camera and how to best show these photos online.  

MLK Jr Weekend provided me with a 3-day weekend and came along perfectly timed with a good weather break between much needed California storms. Mia and I left Friday nightafter work and drove up to San Luis Obispo to hang out with her family, see some friends, take horses for walks, go for a surf, freeze my feet surfing, get my cracked iphone screen fixed, etc etc and other things. There are constant reminders in this area that I would be lucky to live up here. Driving around to the horses or just to get groceries you’re on roads surrounded by people’s ranches, green land, wineries, and you see people outside hiking, riding bicycles, using the open space and enjoying the fresh air. It’s a contrast from Los Angeles, which has its benefits, but is overall crowded and concrete. There’s no shortage of moments I am thankful for when I am up there, so it was a good and relaxing weekend.

On Monday in the late afternoon I was on a borrowed surfboard from James with him out in the frigid (to me) water at the Avila Beach pier, waiting for rideable waves to roll in, and keeping my eye on a heavy-duty sailboat a couple hundred yards away that had their crew in the cockpit having drinks watching the sunset before pulling anchor and motoring south, and super grateful for this exact experience. The sun went behind the mountains over Avila harbor and I was no longer able to prevent my hands and feet from going numb by keeping them out of the water to dry. I was in the shade and the temperature got even cooler. We bother agreed a wave or two more and we’ll paddle in. When I got back to their house I sat in front of the fireplace with my numb feet inches from the flames and barely even felt its warmth for the first 10 minutes. Finally I thawed out, though.

We stayed through until Tuesday morning and left super early to make it to work on time. There was something interesting, and mildly depressing, about it taking the same amount of time this morning to get from Ventura to work as it would have to just leave from home in Redondo for my regular 15 mile commute to work. We didn’t have much traffic and we were sneaking past most of the LA mess by cruising on highway 1 through Malibu into Santa Monica just after the rush.

Installed fog lights on my truck before the wild 40kt wind and flooding rain. this weekend had probably the most heavy and consistent rain the area has had in years.