Vallemar Station and Rockaway Beach

I’m in Pacifica on vacation. I’m staying in Sharp Park (not sure) but decide to ride my bike to Rockaway Beach and maybe stop by Vallemar Station for lunch if it’s still there. It’s a beautiful sunny day (unusual for Pacifica) and the scenery along the coast is gorgeous. All blues and greens. I come to a busy intersection and realize i’m going to have to get into the traffic in order to get through the light. There’s nobody behind me on the road i’ve been one so i wait until the cars coming from my left have cleared and my light turns green and the other on the road i need to be on turns red. I glide across the intersection over into the right lane and find an empty space sort of in front but off to the side of a beige colored VW Bug that’s second in line at the light. The man driving the car is pissed and yells out his window “Why did you get in front of me?!” I explain that i need to get through the intersection too but won’t hold him up any because he can push me through the intersection. He doesn’t understand what i’m talking about so i show him how i can hold on to his fender and use his engine power to get me through the intersection without holding slowing him down. He doesn’t get it so i take my hand off his fender and get ready to pedal through the intersection when the light turns green. The intersection at the light reminds me of an intersection somewhere along Holly Springs or Penny Road maybe. It’s rural. There is a cute cottage-like house on each of the two corners to my right and fields of some kind of crops on my left. Grain on one side and something green on the other. Maybe soybean.

When the light turns green i try to hurry to get through the light quickly so i don’t hold up traffic. As soon as i’m through the light, i’m alone on the road again and coast around a bend. The ocean is to my right and i know that Vallemar Station should be up ahead. I pull into a little enclosed shopping center (like a tiny mall). I ride through it. I don’t recognize it but there’s a pretty lady with platinum blonde hair wearing a silk dress (she’s very fancy – sort of Marilyn Monroe-ish) standing in a doorway like the person that takes reservations and i wonder if that’s Vallemar Station. I think about stopping to get something to eat but i’m not sure so i keep riding through the little mall. When i get to the end, there’s a post office, then i’m out the door and on my way. I hear a ‘pop’ and worry that i’m going to have a flat tire but they don’t look flat so i keep riding. I wonder if i need to call ?Sharon to see if she wants to meet me for lunch at Vallemar Station but decide to get to Rockaway to watch the surfers and see the waves crashing against the rocks. I wonder if the A&W is still there or that little sandwich shop and i feel very content.

It was so nice to dream being there without any of the stress parts that usually accompany those dreams. I sure would like to visit Pacifica again. One of these days maybe.