The Life in My Years

An anthology of life

“Invite Tranquility

The sea,–
Something to look at
When we are angry.”
~ Reiko Chiba, Hiroshige’s Tokaido in Prints and Poetry

Needing a respite from everything, I recently took a ride to one of my old Pacific Coast haunts.

Muir Beach
Muir Beach is tucked comfortably in a tranquil cove a few miles north of the Golden Gate. Unlike much of the coastline where the mighty Pacific roars and crashes ashore, at Muir Beach the ocean rolls in; slow, soft, languorous.

Muir Beach waters shimmer in the morning sun. View from overlook

In years long past I spent sunny afternoons at Muir Beach. To get to the northern end, the calmest section, where the ocean is at it’s quietest you have to clamor over a rocky spit. This is the only way in or out. At high tide you’re either stuck until the tide recedes or you wade over the spit feeling your way over and around the rocks.

The water is cold and you have to steel yourself to go for a swim. I’d dive beneath the surface, swim until I got tired and then I would  just float on my back, soothed by the rocking of the water while I looked up at the blue sky. It was as if I was in a gently swaying liquid hammock. Sometimes I would perch at the water’s edge beneath the cliffs at the cove’s end and just look out at the ocean.

Back on shore, the numbing cold would hit me and I would lay on a towel, warming in the sun, eyes shut, and slip into a light sleep to the sound of the rolling ocean and shore birds.

Waves at the more exposed southern end of the beach are usually modest and gentle.   

Years later I learned that great white sharks sometimes lurk off the Muir Beach shore.

Stanislaus River
The section of the Stanislaus River where I’ve fished since I was a boy speaks in a loud rush, a turbulent voice springing up from it’s Sierra Nevada chest.

I’d hit the river before sunrise when the air is cold enough to make tying lure on line a challenge. Oftentimes I would be the only soul on the riverbank. On that section of river you can either fish from one of the giant slabs of granite or you can find a small calm inlet.

It’s in these small inlets that the thundering river is incongruously drowned out by a trickling, as if from a fountain.   

 

 

 

As the sun lightened the sky, birds would come out in accompaniment to the percolating water. Beams would pierce the trees and if I was lucky I’d find myself suddenly and gratefully warmed by the temporary visit of a patch of sunlight.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It would usually be about eight, when the fish had stopped biting, that I’d suddenly feel drowsy from the early rise and the lack of sleep. I might sit in final appreciation of the river before heading back to camp and the unmistakable smell of a wood fire and a camp breakfast.

San Pablo Bay
San Pablo Bay is a quiet northeastern appendage to San Francisco Bay. While the waters of its larger and more famous sister might be foaming and choppy, the waters of San Pablo Bay remain tranquil.  At sunrise and sunset the water shimmers and mimics the changing colors of the sky. Hardly a day passes when I don’t pay a visit to the bay.

Below: The changing light in the sky lends an ever changing palette to the San Pablo Bay waters.

 

“At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear” ~ Norman Maclean,  A River Runs Through It.

Sandpiper at dawn

The bay water often moves towards the shore in ripples that resemble aqueous ribbons, enhanced by the colors of the sky.

Union Pacific tracks run along the shore of the bay as seen through an oil painting filter

When the big waters are in their softer moods they can be remarkably curative during these less than pleasing times.

A pacific, Pacific Ocean

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7 thoughts on “Water III: Tranquility

  1. Photos and text are soothing to a died in the wool Aquarian.

    1. Paulie says:

      Hello Stewart, I’m glad you enjoyed it.

  2. eden baylee says:

    Hi Paul, I SO needed to visit you this evening.

    I feel instantly calmer reading your words and looking at the beautiful shots of the sky and water. The picture with the oil painting filter is stunning, but my favourite is the one above it.

    It’s been a crazy day. I’m so glad birthdays come but once a year. I’d be quite happy to skip them if it were possible.

    The best news today is my mom is scheduled for her vaccine Mar 29th. 😀

    Hope you’ve had a good day,

    eden

    1. Paulie says:

      Hi Eden,
      That is fabulous news about your mom. Maybe she can get the one and done J & J shot. In any case whatever one she gets it’s a tremendous load off of her mind and your mind. Hopefully you’ll be able to visit her soon. What a great birthday present. It made my evening to read that you’ve had such a good day.

      Birthdays. Yeah I’m all for lobbying god (?) or whomever is in charge of this aging thing to change birthdays to something like every five years. Anything to keep the grim reaper at bay. Although I did read a much earlier post of yours about how to keep death at bay I’m almost embarrassed to admit that I liked the post. 😳
      🤣 🤣 🤣
      Glad you had a good day.
      P

      1. eden baylee says:

        Good morning, happy Thursday Paul!

        WHAT? You’re embarrassed to admit you liked one of my posts? I would think it’d be the opposite!

        Aging isn’t so bad, but at a certain point, the numbers don’t matter anymore. I’m 29 … again. 😀

        eden

  3. KDKH says:

    Your cloud pictures toward the end are beautiful! The water pictures are both e fixing and intimidating. I’ve been land-locked all my life In desert or arid lands, so the ocean is a mystery.

    1. Paulie says:

      Hello,
      Thanks for visiting. There was a period when I thought about moving to Wyoming. My wife dug in her heels not wanting to leave friends and family.
      I’m glad for that. During the pandemic the beach has been one of the safest places to go. It’s made me realize how much I love being close to the ocean.
      Thank you for visiting and commenting.

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