I'm sitting on the other side of the snowy, windy and brusk environment of Utah's cold climate. Living here gives one many opportunities for outdoor fun, especially in the winter. Even so, on days like today, I will reminisce about the smell of beach air, that salty, humid air which wraps around your skin and clings on like a small, hungry child. One of my best beach memories from last summer is stopping in Newport Coast at Ruby's Diner. I found Ruby's at the suggestion of a local who worked at the beach (which is also a California Park) which paralleled the diner. The diner had been the staple restaurant for locals at the beach for more than 50 years. It is quaint, mom and pop shop little diner, right off the main road, without ample parking, but the location does offer a gorgeous view of the ocean!
I open my car door, hop out and experience the warm, humid air that only a beachfront area can gift to your senses. Walking up, there is a myriad of people waiting in line for the most popular item on their menu:
milkshakes. There are so many to choose from, even a gluten-free foodie like myself is not to be disappointed. I settle on the peanut butter milkshake. The milk pours from the container like a heavenly waterfall into the metal cup. Scooping balls of ice cream like frozen snow, the ice cream fall off the edge of the ice cream scoop like a rock falling from the beach cliff nearby.
The boy with the old fashioned diner hat holds the metal cup up to the mixer. He moves the cup in a counterclockwisemotion, carefully turning the metal container to ensure all the creamy rich ice cream has mixed in with the multitudinous elements of the frozen creation.
I pay for my milkshake and find a bar stool seat at the outside seating counter on a deck with a beach scene view that runs on for miles. I'm excited about this moment, sitting with this spectacular view, the beach air and a wonderfully delicious milkshake creation all my own!
I start with a sip of the milkshake, feeling like I'm almost willing the cool mixture to walk up the inside of the straw. I drink my second and third sip, all the while looking at the beach scene in front of me, until, that is, my nose hits the top of the piled high whip cream! I laugh and some of the patrons around me look at me. I don't care! I'm on my #18dayroadtrip, sitting at an old diner, outside on a deck and enjoying the best milkshake in all of California!
So when the cold snow is blowing hard, creating snowdrifts that abound in every direction, I think of that moment in time when an incredible dessert creation at the beach made me feel so present in that moment that I caught all the sensations of that moment forever in a memory.
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