Snaking our way through the sand dunes under the darkness of night, the ocean heaves its cold salty breath upon us. The open air feels right pushing against our bodies. The day was filled with claustrophobia and forced conversation, just the collective hum of tires on sandy pavement and the whip of the wind remains and erases any and all tension.
As a group, we followed one another; the final destination was unknown and for the most part, I don’t think any of us cared. We had strayed far enough of away from the lights of Monterey, and …read more
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