The pacific ocean grazes my tired feet. Coast to Coast in 14 days. Almost surreal. San Diego welcomes us with open arms. The group spends the 6th day of June lying out and sailing in the bay.
After being landlocked for two weeks we reach the shore. Debbie rents us her place on Zanzibar-a fantasy land I only believed existed in a Tenacious D tune. The crew is happy to sprawl and we spend our Friday lounging on the couch. TV provides an outlet to reality of which we've been deprived.
Morning brings a refreshing relief from automotive living and we take to the beach. Although our gnarly west coast counterparts do not invite us to play beach volleyball or shred waves we entertain ourselves.
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