Little did I know we lived a twenty-minute drive to the ocean. Its an awkward bastion of filth and confusion, especially the popularity of a local roast beef stand. The locals say its “wicked awesome”; I have my doubts. But hey, its the beach and I’m sure once the summer hits we’ll be there on the regular. I mean the chances of a communicable disease surviving on the tip of a hypodermic needle have to be low - RIGHT?
Not sure if you can see what I’m looking at in the second photo, but there were crazy MF-ers out there kite surfing in 40 degree (F) water. Impressive.
