On Sunday the fam-damily (as the wife lovingly calls family) and I went to the beach. You can see it’s a rocky beach, but what you cannot see is the hordes of people. They show up when the temperature reaches anything above 65 degrees Fahrenheit. The attraction for me is that this beach is within reasonable travel distance of my humble abode (not to be confused with adobe, though my building is stucco and a nice pink flamingo color) and offers me a few things I crave from a beach park:
Saltwater, Sun, Space, Safety, and hell, let’s toss Sexy into the mix too for general purposes (Use your imagination. This isn’t L.A. or Miami and after the two or three straight years of dark wet winters lasting ALL year we’ve had, the idea of sexy is becoming anything not wearing an Eskimo anorak or parka… okay so I think art can be sexy as well, but even that looks best uncovered).
It also has plenty of grassy knoll area to toss a blanket as well as no grassy knoll assassins as far as I know, though I do think as we were walking back to the car someone deep in the woods threw a chunk of wood at us. They missed.
Parking is something there is PLENTY of, if you don’t mind walking downhill a ways, then uphill back to home (it’s actually a very beautiful walk along the woods). For some reason there are always people parked long-term down in the fire lanes close to the beach. I have not yet decided if the majority of the violators are either on the side of feeling deserving to park in these zones or if they are with the schizophrenic meth-head looking guy who hangs out and stares at everyone while dancing to some song stuck in his head that seems to be played from a skipping record.
As we were leaving the park, I think I made the mental note that most of them were crazy, based on the fact that someone youthful without teeth, but with a Crazy-Gaze (you know the one) tended to be in the back seat of these bumper-car beater vehicles.
Till next time. Or till the crazies get me.
Caffeinated Viking 
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