I know it may seem lame – a half moon in Half Moon Bay. But there it was the morning after a night in Half Moon Bay. The previous day we had stopped at San Pedro Valley Park and Pillar Point. This day started with a tour of town, before breakfast and then a visit to the state beach.
Half Moon Bay State Beach
Across Hwy 1 from downtown Half Moon Bay on Kelly Ave. is the State Beach. Access to the Coastside Trail is here. The day before we were on the trail at Pillar Pt. – 4 miles away. It’s a wide trail for people, dogs and bicyclists (horses on the other side).
It was a calm morning, but in some places I could see that a trail sheltered by the dunes could help on a windy day. We crossed Pilarcitos Creek on a lovely noisy bridge.
We walked in a wetland area for a while and noticed houses farther inland. Wondered how much ocean and beach they could see. We came to another parking lot, but I think the access is closed what with the state budget cuts. The bathroom was locked and abused.
Waddling over the dunes, I noticed much of the area is protected for the Western Snowy Plover. We could get a view back to Pillar Pt.
And of this lonely hunter.
We returned on the paved trail to where we entered. For early October the campground was about half full. We debated whether we’d want a view of the water or some wind protections. By campground, I mean two tents and many full-sized pull-along homes.
Hauling the beach chairs out of the car, we set them up on the bluff. When we had first parked, the beach was almost empty and pristine. Now a hundred kids played hard, while many adults watched or prepared food for the coming hoards.
It was an warm day and we all were having a great day at the ocean. Oh yeah, there were surfers.
A tour around downtown – Half Moon Bay
It was a great couple of days with beautiful warm fall weather.
Half Moon Bay State Beach – 95 Kelly Ave HMB, CA Open 8 am to sunset for day use. Annual pass or $8(? maybe $10 – not listed on their site). Camping also available. Visitor Center open when volunteer available.
Words by Lynn Millar
Photos by Mike Millar
On the way home, we stopped at Montara State Beach.