Labor Day weekend in Half Moon Bay

My dad was born on the night of an infamous flood in Taiwan, which is why I think he gravitates towards stormy beach weather. I remember beach trips in ski jackets and umbrellas… where we just stood there, facing the wind, rain, and waves — while my dad meditated and stared off into the blurred horizon. To be fair, it was really sunny in Fremont this past weekend (compared to San Francisco) and we didn’t predict Half Moon Bay to be so gloomy, but we still had an awesome time walking around the harbor, strolling along the beach, and warming up with the obligatory fish n’ chips, calamari, and chowder.