At low tide rocks popped up all over Pescadero State Beach. Hundreds of crazy humans, and I mean hundreds, were there dressed for a blizzard. It was extremely windy and cold, but GORGEOUS. Eight different groups had big pots set up to cook the mussels. I did not eat any, but my sister-in-laws father, Bob was the master chef. If you like to pry rubbery orange stuff out of a shell... this was the place to be.