An adventure by myself

Here I am by the ocean.  At Shamel Park, in beautiful Cambria by the sea.  Cambria is a quaint little community on US Highway 1, about twelve miles from the famous Hearst Castle.The free Volunteer community bus dropped me off at the library this morning.  We let them know yesterday that I wanted to go with my motorized wheelchair.  After my  library visit, I rolled down the street to Cambria Coffee, got a large cup of coffee.  Then I decided to wheel down to the ocean park on my own.  It’s just four or five blocks down, but I had to cross two streets.  I tell you, when you’re in a wheelchair, everything is an adventure.   Partway across the street, I knew that I was going to miss my green light, so I backed up and I waited for the next one.  When I got all the way across, my backpack fell  from underneath my feet where I usually keep it.  Oh oh, it’s now stuck underneath the wheelchair.   I got it unstuck by backing it up.  It was now beat up because it was run over by my wheelchair.  I forgot my jacket so it’s a little cold out here, but not unbearable.   Now I have to take the small road that I have not taken in a while; from the looks of things, nobody else has either.  Normally accessible, my  wheelchair keeps running over the wild flowers that have grown onto the path. Good thing I don’t get hayfever!   It’s really beautiful and as I get closer to the ocean and I can hear the waves in the background I’m glad I made the trek down here.  As I get to the beach, I see a flock of pelicans effortlessly head for their landing about 20 feet out in the sea.  The incoming fog, the smell of the ocean, and the random noises of people having fun, truly make it a gorgeous landscape.  A young man with his little two or three year old daughter greets me with “hello, isn’t it a beautiful day!”. He says they’re from Bakersfield and now have to leave this serene landscape to head home. I say that I’m from Sonoma County and that I now live here in this beautiful town and I am really happy to be here.  Since it’s getting to be a little chilly because of the fog coming in, I call for the bus; the driver says he’ll be here in about 10 minutes. There were two others on the bus and we took them home first.  All in all it was a marvelous adventure.

My day ended with a call to my daughter, Lia,  and her husband Kevin,  and my little grandson, Greyson, wishing them a happy  anniversary.  And a promise to see them next week.  It was a good day.