880 feet of slogging each way
I’m not equipped to drive on deep dry sand. I’m only slightly better equipped to walk in it. Nonetheless, that’s what I did today out at Samoa Dunes Recreation Area. From the edge of the paved parking lot to the other side of the dunes is about two and a half football fields. But multiplying by the Wheezy Old Man Factor, it’s about a hundred miles. Uphill. Both ways. With a wind. (The wind part is true.) Once there, I flopped out on the sand, listened to the surf, and soaked up some dear sweet sunshine like a proper retired man should.
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