On Sunday, the Coding House group went to Half Moon Bay so that we could paddle board. I thought it was going to be miserable as I’m used to the scorching sun and the forecast called for a 70 degree cloudy day. However, how can one say no to seeing the sun once a week?
The drive to the destination was nice, mainly the part in the wooded area. What was different for me was the windy narrow roads and the bicyclists on said roads. There’s no room for them but they have still have the courage to ride on. I don’t know, it seems like there’s bound to be an accident on those roads. That’s just what I first notice going to the bay.
Half Moon Bay itself was okay. One could tell it was a bayside town with all the small business and the people walking around. As I said, it was a cloudy morning and I think we got there at 8:30 a.m. Apparently, traffic gets bad midday so I think going early was intentional. Now, I have never paddle boarded nor wore a wetsuit and I was skeptical towards the wetsuit’s ability to keep me warm. After getting the suit on, I can already sense the body heat and uncomfortable constriction. The paddle boarding wasn’t bad at all but I was afraid to fall into the water and thus I paddled on my knees. We went around the marina of boats once and during that time I did fall into the water once accidentally and the water was terribly cold. However, after realizing the wetsuit did its job, I had a better time being more daring.
I think we did that for a hour and finished with our parody version of Hall & Oates’ Make My Dreams Come True after rehearsing the day before. Ha, go ahead and look at the video; I’ll leave things at that.
Next on the agenda was to get some grub somewhere. I know Nick had a place in mind but I had forgot until we got there. It was a small deli in downtown Half Moon and I don’t think anyone could miss it because it had the nicest eating area I’ve seen complete with a singer with an acoustic guitar (he doesn’t know any Hall & Oates songs though). I enjoyed my roast beef sandwich and it’s not like I expected world-class food from a small deli in a small town.
After that, it was time to go back to Fremont. We took a different route in Nick’s Pontiac Catalina (I don’t know the year). Oh right, I didn’t mention the vehicle we usually take for traveling. Yeah, the Catalina is a wieldy boat and one can only imagine what it must be like on a windy narrow road with other cars and bicyclists on the road. I finally got to see a little of Highway 1 until we broke off on 84. I can see what the locals like about it: the endless water, waves, cool weather. It makes for a nice ride. While we were on 84, we went by some small towns that disappeared if you blinked, saw houses in the woods (very nice) and got off to take a few pictures of the redwoods. The only thing you would find in Texas that would compare with these massive towers would be a very old Oak tree and even then they don’t measure.