Going to the Coast, or Bust

The plan was to go to Half Moon Bay and enjoy a nice pleasant day at the coast. However, there was not a consensus on being in Half Moon Bay during peak pumpkin. So, it was Pescadero. We stopped for lunch in Loma Mar though, and I decided to add on some more, and I was going to the coast, because I was promised some coast.

And it was very nice at the coast, so I win. Also, I got to see the fortune telling chicken. The conversation went like this:

Me: So what can you tell me about life after death? (Yup, I went straight to the deep stuff)

Chicken: Are we talking about anthropomorphic deity or existential being?

Clearly, this chicken knows how to equivocate.