Sand at 50 miles an hour stings. Badly. I came to this stunning revelation around 4:40 a.m. Tuesday as I stood on a 30-foot bluff overlooking the Pacific Ocean.
Our assignment was to report live at 5 a.m. on the partial closure of the Great Highway just south of Sloat Avenue where part of the road is about to fall into the ocean.
The City of San Francisco estimates that the waves have eroded about 30 feet of this shoreline over just the past few months. They’re concerned it might get much worse with this storm. Based on what we witnessed, they should be.
The ocean was like a washing machine on a super spin cycle; the wind gusting so much that the rain went horizontal. Every once in awhile, lightning would light up the pitch black and scare the bejeezus out of me and my photographer, Rob.
Couple that with standing on the edge of an unsteady ledge and we were ready to get out of there. There was no reason for anyone to be standing next to an angry ocean.
Next destination: Pacifica.