I grew up spending carefree days in Southern California with annual vacations to the Eastern Sierra. Giving me a lifetime of memories. Giving me a deep appreciation for both, coast and mountains.

My earliest memory on the beach is standing at the edge of the water letting it wash over my feet until the sand was up to my ankles. About that time I could feel the sand crabs crawling between my toes. My summers would become a challenge to count how many days in a row I could get to the beach to explore, body surf and enjoy piping hot French fries and a Coke from the local burger stand. Smell of salt and sand as I am dozing from all the sun and fun.

When I wasn't counting beach days we were on our family vacation to June Lake

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