Between the fog and the scary unknown is a fleeting magical moment of hope, clarity and peace, The Golden Hour.
Driving coastal HWY 1, we were greeted by an increasingly dense fog that seemed to have swallowed the ocean whole.
At one point, we talked about turning back and just settle for the closest beach with full Sun, but we pressed on.
Son was all smiles as we practice his football throws. This beach was his favorite. It’s the least crowded and has all the play space he wants. No risk of breaking someone’s glass window. Sand was the perfect soft cushion to fall on, and do over the top roll overs.
Late beach picnic lunch was Chicken Lemon Pepper and Mango Habanero from Wing Stop. Dessert was green and hilarious game of Cards Against Humanity. It’s a Pandora’s box no parent should open with their kids unless ready to explain the Birds, the Bees, of what’s right, wrong, acceptable, appropriate and humane.
Father and son random adventure, a hike and climb along the rugged cliff. Got a major leg scratch from slipping into a sharp rock, but it was so worth it. Son, did better and he was wearing flip flops.
We discovered a crystal clear stream with a very soothing sound of water gently cascading on a riverbed of pebbles hidden by Calla Lillies. It was a beautiful.
On the way home just before Sunset, more fog except a small patch of glorious scenic view overlooking Carmel and Monterey bathe with the golden Sun.
So, I stopped the car, turned on the hazard lights and ran where I could see The Golden Hour best.
The joyful magic continued even as the sky turned dark and the traffic update said , “Your estimated travel time is one hour.”
It is hard to see and feel The Golden Hour with COVID-19 for most of us, but if we try harder, it’s just really there waiting to surprise anyone who seeks to find it.