Half Moon Bay, CA
Half Moon Bay is about 30 minutes south of our campground so we hopped in the truck and bounced on over there. It was a gorgeous day (the perfect temp in my opinion which means it was under 70) and we found a dog friendly beach just west of town.
After we parked we were directed by a fellow dog owner to head over to the path that would lead us down to the beach. The path had a pretty decent width but was eager to compete with its urban friends in downtown San Francisco. This walkway was steep! There was a fence type thing for 10% of the path and then that abruptly ended. We were able to mince our way down and not get our faces scraped by Phoebe’s unrelenting pull to get down to the beach NOW.
Once we were on solid ground, my mom and I were mesmerized by the humongous waves and Phoebe went on a hunt for dead crab legs and dog butts to sniff. We enjoyed our walk until we were almost washed out to sea and then we turned on our heels and headed back. We decided to go slowly up the monstrous hill and just as I stepped onto the path, a slight woman slipped and took a small tumble onto her bottom. She hopped up quickly but I began to imagine that, if it was me, I would have taken everybody out like I was a ball in a bowling alley and probably gotten a strike. Luckily, we marched purposefully back up and made it to the top without any issues.
We drove through town instead of getting out because we were still a bit winded from our treacherous hike. Maybe we will look for a more accessible beach entrance if we go again.