100 foot crouch walk

"You know we can't ever move from here.", I said to Matt during our Independence Day camp out on our semi private beach. I think we have found who we are! Beach bums. We live in this little paradise complete with hippies, landslides, and surf. We had the most incredible weekend. It started on Saturday when Matt's cousin Jeff, his wife Rachelle and their dog Maggie came up from San Diego for the weekend. What a great time we had. Most of our visit was spent on the beach.

For those of you who don't know...the town we live in is separated from the beach by the 101 freeway. In order for people to utilize this beach there are two ways to get there. One, park on the side of the extremely busy main line to LA and make the 20-30 foot climb down the rocks or, the option that we choose...grab your stuff and cart it through the four foot high, drainage tunnel that goes under that busy freeway (a good 100 foot crouch walk). You can imagine that with no formal access this beach is not used as much as other beaches. Accept of course, by the residents of La Conchita. The benefit is...it isn't a "state beach" so you can pretty much do what ever you want. We stayed the weekend there. Our friend Skip has this awesome bamboo in his yard so he cut it down and built this teepee. That is where we lived the past few days. Had campfire meals, and the boys surfed dusk til dawn. Great times with new friends. I can't think of another place that can compete with the experiences that we have had this last year.
Goof balls from the left: Christian, Cameron, Connor, Kevin and Julie Maria. I think they got too much sun. Good times.

Our 4 day weekend ended with fireworks on the beach and absolutely exhausted children. No need to travel for vacation. We live on vacation. Priceless!