My own beach (sortta)

A beach in Laguna Beach with a parking lot? I’m so there. No doubt the locals resent outsiders having easy beach access, but they have plenty of others we riff-raff avoid because we don’t want to navigate nineteen feet of van through the jumble of narrow streets hoping to find a spot. Ugh, parallel parking and meter feeding.

It was Monday morning, and not very sunny, so I had the beach pretty much to myself. I walked to the end of the beach where I could pretend I owned one of the houses on the bluff. Rich guy for a day.