I realize that some plants are just flowering weeds, but weeds are flowers that just happen to be growing in the wrong place at the wrong time. Half Moon Bay is covered with these golden yellow blooms and the hillsides and fields are alive with color. Mustard grass, Bermuda Buttercups, and Fiddleneck are three of the flowers that I can identify but there are others that I cannot. Tiny white and purple flowers are also sprinkled in the sea of golden yellow.
We are leaving Half Moon Bay RV Park early tomorrow morning and moving over to Pillar RV Park on the north side of town. We will be staying right on the ocean next to the bay and there are cats hunting for mice and all such creatures in the wildflowers and I wonder how Callie will act when she sees them or meets them on our walks. She has forgotten about Romeo since we left Anza-Borrego Desert State Park and her evenings spent searching for him in the master bedroom window are behind her.
Callie is living her life again on the road and the adventures she is having are worth writing about every day:) we can’t wait for our move to Pillar RV Park tomorrow morning, what a time we shall have camping along the seashore.
Our drive to Half Moon Bay was delightful and Callie enjoyed the entire trip hanging out on the dash and playing co-captain. The bright yellow mustard and fiddleneck flowers are blooming everywhere and cover the fields alongside Highway 1. It has been raining all of last week and it will start raining again tomorrow, so new growth is abundant and prolific blooms carpet the hillsides in fields of gold.
We stopped by an Albertson’s in Morro Bay before we headed out of town and stocked up on groceries and supplies because we are set to hang out in Half Moon Bay for a week. The GDC18 Game Developers Conference is being held at the Moscone Conference Center in San Fransisco and our adult daughter is going to attend. Half Moon Bay RV Park is only 30 miles away, so we rented a car and will take her to the conference and pick her up while we play in the city.
Half Moon Bay RV Park is basically a dirt parking lot but the bathrooms and showers are clean, spacious, AND with plenty of hot water to use without worrying about putting quarters into a slot makes it worthy of 5 stars. When you arrive at the RV Park you are greeted by 3 cats and a retired bright red, British double-decker bus with Christmas lights blinking on and off. Seeing as it is the middle of March, it is rather eccentric, but we were welcomed warmly and put in space #7 with Fred next door in space #6 alongside a tall hedge of fragrant juniper or cypress for privacy.
Our daughter Lara earned a Ph.D. in Physiology in 2017, but it was not her passion and she wants to explore the possibility of becoming a producer in the gaming industry. She is gifted in multiple languages, computer science, computer graphics, writing, and mathematics. I believe she can do whatever her heart and soul desires so we are trying to be very supportive. She is our only daughter and we want her to be in a work environment that makes her heart sing with joy, but pays well too! I don’t think that it is too tall of an order considering her vast talents.
Today it will be clear and sunny but will rain the rest of the week, so I will make sure to get Callie out for a walk to explore her surroundings. Last night we hiked to the beach and watched a glorious sunset turn from a silvery lilac and yellow to lavender, red and molten orange. It was magnificent, to say the least. The shoreline was practically empty of people and the sand was a coarse bleached, pale off-white; this was perfect conditions for photography, and I took full advantage of the evening.
On the drive up Montezuma Pass yesterday on our way to Morro Bay, I witnessed a strange phenomenon emerging from heavy fog when my daughter and I pulled off the side of the road because a trucker had motioned to us that there was something wrong. At first, I thought he was upset with me for driving the heavy RV up the pass too slowly. He came up along the side of me and refused to leave until I pulled over to investigate.
I had Lara get out of the RV and she discovered that her bike was dangling from the bike rack that had collapsed and the extension arm was bent down toward the ground. Her bike was hanging on by a thread- or rather a bungee cord and could have so easily broken loose. We were very fortunate that the bike hadn’t fallen off of the rack. I wish the trucker had stopped so that I could have thanked him profusely! From what I hear, truckers really look out for each other and I have noticed that whenever they pass me with Callie on the dash and I am driving the RV, they smile and give me a thumbs up.
We were able to snap the extension arm into a horizontal position and put the bike back up and secure it. By the time my husband and Fred discovered that we were missing in action, they turned around and came back to investigate. It all worked out just fine, and the reward for stopping at this particular place was a white rainbow or fogbow. I have never heard of such a thing and didn’t know what I was looking at. The mist was gently burning off and what emerged was this white arch rising out of the light and mist. Fred joked that it wasn’t very colorful, and with that, I was in agreement, but it was so unusual looking and in hindsight, I am really grateful that I snapped two photographs of it. I posted it online yesterday with, Callie’s Troubles are Behind Her blog post and my NationalParks follower suggested it was a sun halo. That didn’t sound quite right because it wasn’t cold enough for ice crystals to form, so I looked it up this morning on Google. A white rainbow is pretty rare and one photographer saw one in Rannoch, Scotland and said, “I have never seen anything like it in the 10 years capturing landscape photos around the globe.”
White rainbows, ghostbows, or fogbows are rainbows with the color leached out of them. They emerge from the fog that is thin enough for light to pass through. I saw the reddish tinge at the edges and there can also be blue, but the color is wiped out in the center of the rainbow. The sun needs to be at your back, which was the case for me. I was looking west in the morning and the sun was behind me and rising up over Anza-Borrego Desert State Park. As with a rainbow, a fogbow’s arch is shaped from water droplets and the sunlight passing through the drops is at a perfect angle. The water droplets are 100 times smaller than rain droplets. Most of the light is scattered when it hits these tiny droplets, but some of the light is refracted and the white or colorless rainbow then appears. The sweet spot, where the reflected and refracted sunlight is concentrated most, actually forms a complete ring and can sometimes be viewed from above in airplanes. Due to the incredibly small size of the droplets, the light waves don’t spend enough time interacting to separate cleanly and refract and cause the prism effect associated with colorful rainbows.
How fortunate I was to experience some misfortune so that I could witness this unusual rainbow. It was so eerie out with the mist rolling over the green pastoral scene and cows mooing off in the distance. It brought the stress into perspective and diffused it so that a bigger and grander picture came into view.