Take the Fucking Time to Smell the Roses

 

Fort Bragg. Sounds like a very confident place to be. It used to be a military base that overlooks the northern Californian coast. Below the cliffs the jagged sea shore with the never-ending waves lent it's serene beauty to the eyes and ears. 

A group of us had rented an oceanfront house for the weekend. When we got there, I could not stop marveling at the views. The first evening gifted us with an amazing sunset, and we spent it in a hot tub overlooking the horizon as it disappeared into the night. The moon rose over the sea, leaving a trail of light on the restless waters.

I had placed a chair near the cliff’s edge and sat there for a long while, feeling the warmth of the sun that hid behind the overcast, enjoyed the breeze tickling my face, and the mind-clearing sounds of the waves washing over the rocky boulders.

After the first night, most of my friends retreated into the house and stayed there, which was a little weird to me. I wanted to stay out there forever, but I didn’t feel like being so antisocial, so I went inside as well. I sneaked out every now and then just to enjoy the majestic sounds and views.

Along the coast and down about thirty flights of wooden stairs, Glass Beach sat between two rock faces. So imagine a whole beach covered in weathered glass, rounded over time. When the water washed over the glass, the different colors gleamed in the sunlight. Surprisingly, the water felt warm. Maybe the low depth at the shore allowed the sun to warm it. Most of the glass is clear white, the next being amber, probably from beer bottles. Blue and green weren’t as plentiful, and red was really rare. I spent a lot of time looking for red and couldn’t find anything bigger than a few grains of sand. Just sifting through the glass took my mind away from all of my concerns. All my thoughts dripped away with the caress of the Pacific.

My friends remained sitting at the top of the stairs and weren’t really interested in coming down. The main complaint was the beach was small. It’s about the size of a football field, so, yes, it’s not expansive. But how often do we get to go to the beach living and working in the city? And then how often do we go to a beach covered in glass? Not only that, but apparently there were several beaches with glass that we could have explored. I didn’t drive so I sorta had to go where they wanted to go.

On our last day, we drove to Mendocino, which is a cool artsy town. It has a small town feel, the costal waters seem to be in constant view, and it’s very quiet. There are a ton of galleries, shops and hidden eateries. I could have spent a whole day there, but most of my friends thought it was boring. Maybe they wanted to do something more active, like wine tasting, which we did. Maybe as I get older I’m taking the time to smell the roses more.