Diary Series: Pinole Shoreline with my Husband

A few weeks ago, before the breeze slowly crawled into our sleepy little corner of the East Bay. My husband and I went to the Pinole shoreline and explored its quiet beach area.

We had been working two separate schedules for the past two weeks and had difficulty sparing time to spend with each other. In a hint of play, I suggested that we take a walk in Pinole along the shoreline. My weather app depicted a clear sunny day. It definitely was! The sun was shining high, and rays of light burst through our window blinds. He looked at me with a childish grin and to my surprise, he agreed.

In a haste to not miss the prime weather, my husband and I dressed in our best effort of workout clothes. We stumbled out of the house and walked a distance to get to the shoreline.


Throughout our walk, we caught up on each other's small accomplishments for the week. We uncovered more details about each other through meaningful conversation. And we fell in love again for the millionth time.  I’ll be the first to admit, my husband is my best friend. He is so easy to talk to when we bond. Things just naturally flow between us. 

As we crossed the bridge by the sewage refinery (ew), we ventured into the high, and very dry grass near the water. When we stepped into the sand, we looked at each other, smiling. We turned toward the water in awe. The sun was directly above us and made the water shimmer with delight. My husband counted the cargo ships, and sailboats out on the water while he skipped rocks. He even tried to teach me how to do it, not that I was much good. But I was grateful for his loving encouragement.


As we walked toward the train tracks a cute hotdog doggo followed us. He was so intent on his adventure, he didn’t even listen to his human parents calling his name! Go on doggo, live your best life! We passed closer to the train tracks and I stopped to get an oncoming shot of Amtrak. They regularly run through Pinole.


The tide came in so far we had to cross over rocks to get to a small rock hill. My husband disappeared to the top of the hill while I was snapping photos of the water. When I finally looked up at the hill, he had vanished. I called to him to come back, and his head popped up. He told me to climb it so I could see the view from the top.

I reluctantly walked closer to the hill. I was nervous. I didn’t know where to place my foot, and the fall would have been very painful, if not physically damaging. My husband guided me with calm directions. Once I got to the top, I shakily stood up. Who knew I could rock climb? It was a nerve-wracking experience but the view from the top was worth it.


From there we slid down the opposite side of the hill and cross the train tracks back to the trail and continued home. This was the best weekend I had recently with my husband. I hope to have plenty more mini-adventures like this in the future!