This was depressing

This past Monday, I stopped by a new-to-me beach at Tunitas Creek in Northern California. It was a lovely but depressing experience. Why?

 

Well, just to the right of the sign is a path to the beach. As I was by myself, the path seemed a bit too steep for yours truly. It was the first time I had ever used common sense in my life, but I was depressed to admit that I am now over the hill –– and some adventures must be avoided.

Done