Another Neurodivergent Queer Writes A Blog!

The waves at Imperial Beach were bigger than the waves I’d seen at Venice Beach two years ago, and much more intense than the Gulf Coast. You can’t really tell in the pictures, but those waves were easily as tall as me.

Kind of a bummer: that water was cold. Like frigid, brrrrr, no thank you. Water temp at Imperial Pier yesterday was 57.2ºF, compared to 66.7ºF at Port Aransas last Xmas Eve [both links: seatemperature.info]. The Gulf is shallower and generally calmer, so it’s usually warmer.

It’s too bad about that arctic blast this year: the high temp. yesterday (12/24/22) in Port Aransas was 43ºF. [weatherunderground]—leaving aside how absolutely unwelcome I feel anytime I’m even driving through Texas, and the predatory behavior of police…

Here’s 27 seconds of the sight and the sounds of the surf at Imperial Pier:

You can see how much I sank into the beach as the wave rushed back out the sea: I was buried almost to my calves by the end of the clip. (That’s still the most surprising part of the ocean to me lol.)

Then, to top it off, my Shepherd decided to do his business right in the middle of Imperial Pier. A perfect expression of my own feeling at the intense Anthropocene-ness of how the beach has been developed and the sheer development of San Diego in general. I learned I’m really a Tucson-person: there’s grit in my bones.

Maybe we’ll try Texas again next Xmas Eve.