It’s Christmas Eve, and my brothers and I decided to bike down to downtown Hermosa Beach. By the time we stopped by Sam’s so he could grab his bike, we realized how lazy we were.
“Do you want to just ditch the bikes and just drive up to PV and climb the trail of death?” Sam asked.
Why yes. Yes I do.
So we took off and drove along Pacific Coast Highway all the way up to Malaga Cove. It was slightly overcast, but the temperature was a perfect 72. We bumped Ice Cube’s “It Was a Good Day” the whole way there.
We parked and hopped the fence over the “restricted” area (LOL).
We climbed all the way up the hill, and just kind of watched the waves roll gently. There were a few surfers out, but they were just sitting on their boards. The surf is pretty boring after 1pm.
It’s so peaceful looking out at the sea cliffs. I live for days like this. I live for adventure, and dirt, and hill climbing, and dangerous hiking.
Yeah. Today was a good day.