The swell wraps around the rocks from the south. A nice head high A-frame wells up between where, the two regular peaks should be. It's chunky and empty, and I stand and watch, long after the decision to look further. This is my home break, a spot on earth that lends me comfort and pacifies my soul. I drink this place in like a tonic, and I am left with as much worry as a three year old at play.
Mother is home.
I drive up the coast checking spots. The highway runs just out of site of the ocean through second growth fir and cedar. A twelve foot native rhododendron blends in to the wall of the forest. When it blooms it stops traffic. The canopy is at about sixty feet and the tops of the tallest trees are stripped bare or bent at right angles by the onshore winds.