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How I Think about Morro Bay
Morro Bay …
Where February is full of hot, sunny summer days and June is full of cold,
foggy winter days.
Where Main St. is a lost-in-the-60’s movie set, complete with coffee
house, diner, herb shop, ice cream parlor, bookstore, wedding chapel, art
gallery, tattoo artist, two pizza places and catty-corner bars.
Where local celebrations mushroom into major events, like the Harbor
Festival, Cruisin’ Morro Bay Car Show, Winter Bird Festival, Art in the
Park, 4th of July, Skateboard Rally, Rock to Pier Run, Street Faires, and
whatever an enterprising group of volunteers thinks up next.
Where neighbors faced with hard times are helped out with fundraisers that
draw hundreds of people and dollars.
Where the smokestacks of the huge bayside power plant are looked on with
fondness by many residents and visitors alike, as the beacon that welcomes
them home.
Where the opportunities to commune with nature are endless, from hikes to
kayaks to bike paths to long walks on pristine beaches.
Where spotting otters and egrets and seals and pelicans and deer and
herons and squirrels and peregrine falcons and opossum is an every day
occurrence.
Where the sound of a large airplane is so unusual, people stop their
conversations to look for it in the sky.
Where the moon and stars are bright enough to light the nights instead of
streetlights.
Where sunset is a daily source of amazing art.
Where “dressy” means your best Hawaiian shirt and a clean pair of jeans.
Where lots of us are from somewhere else but consider Morro Bay our real
hometown.
Where at least once a week it hits you that you are living in the postcard
most people dream about visiting.
Where you can travel from one end of town to the other and do a dozen
errands in an hour or less, but you allot two hours so you can take time
to chat with all the friends you encounter on your way.
Where the beauty of a blue-sky, white-clouds, blue-ocean, white-waves day
can leave you breathless with the pure joy of living here.
Janice Peters |
