I pretty much grew up in Huntington Beach, between the lifeguard stations 9 and 11. Right by the beach bungalow/surf shack/concession stand that made excellent nachos and hot dogs served sliced down the middle and on a hamburger bun.
Just like a butterfly, or salmon, or turtle with a hereditary drive to return to the place of birth, I feel the same when I visit California. It soothes me. This trip was no different, and happily the weather cooperated by keeping the ‘June Gloom’ far away from the beach.
I took 345345345345 pictures, which means it’s video time!
This is for all of you who may not have the chance to beach it up this summer. 🙂
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