Yeah...pretty self-explanatory. Went to the beach and it was pretty damn fun. Lots of bodies there, lots of body surfing, kicking ass in beach football, sun, laughs and good friends. One thing I noticed when looking at the pictures though, there's no pictures while we were at the beach, and why is this? Simply because I was doing stuff the whole time, or maybe I wasn't, but I've never been a great photographer anyways. Enjoy.

As we leave our pre-trip rendezvous point, there's a small congregation of fools waiting for the rest of the people to get there. The problem is waiting...on a holiday like today, you gotta get there early, so remember that. So long, motherfuckers.


The next part of going to the beach requires you to choose someone to navigate. My trusty navigator, who is known only as dub, still a little hungover from last night, but that's nothing a little wake-n-bake can't cure. Make sure you trust your navigator with your life, if you don't, you might not have an enjoyable ride.


Driver gets to be DJ, that's just an unwritten rule. Music selection for the ride is extremely crucial. Pennywise worked well today, but next time, who knows....


Next vital step: Communication. Make sure there is a means of communicating with each member in the caravan of vehichles. If this is not possible, make sure the vehicle without a mode of communication has an expert navigator. 9:57am is a little late to be heading out, but the crew wasn't very well rested last night.


Almost off of the bridge, now we just have to drive around a fucking mountain and we're set, baby!


Oh yeah, gas helps, too. Me at a pit stop. Man I am so high right now, I have no idea what's goin on.

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What doesn't help is gas being $2 a gallon. Ain't this a bitch?


Apparently, dub likes lighters. We were going to the beach, mermaids are hot, and the star reminded him of the nor-cal star, so he bought em all. Good deal....FIRE!


One of the garages of the Ferrari dealership right by the gas station. I didn't get a shot of any of the cars because, hey, moving vehicle. It would be nice to shop there one day. Wait, no, yeah, it really would.


Air freshener. Gotta have a hula dancer air freshener in your car. I shouldn't even have to explain this one.


Got sidetracked there. In any event, this is the approach down to the beach, and you're seeing the beach go all the way out to that point over there, however you're not seeing my beach. It's secluded in this picture, and I like to try and keep it that way, although judging by the number of people there today, I'm not going a very good job of it.


Me, after our first body surfing session. It was about 90-95 at the beach today, so the water was very refreshing...didn't even need a wetsuit.

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Before getting back into the car for the ride home, remember to shake as much sand as you can out of your hair, off your hands, feet, clothing, equiptment, etc., so as to miniminze cleanup at home and in the car, especially if you're not driving. I didn't do a good enough job, though, there's still sand in my hair, but I like to take the beach home with me.


If you're still a little wet on the way home, try sticking your head out the window and getting it blow dried. Sure ladies, it leaves the hair frizzy, dry, dead looking, and possibly damaged, but that's nothing that Pantene can't fix.


On the windy road leading back home, cars have a tendency to drive way too slow, so we have a tendency of passing them. This guy didn't like that a whole lot and started hi-beaming us. Hey there killer, it's still light out...nice try though. I also tried to squeeze some of the beach into this picture into the mirror, but obviously that didn't work out so well, although I did get a bit of the cove and the lagoon in.


Current Music: Boy Hits Car - As I Watch the Sun Fuck the Ocean (told you the soundtrack was crucial). Until I go to the beach again, I miss you, baby. Beautiful sight, nuff said.


12pm...well over 10 hours after leaving, we're still not home. After eating a wholesome meal of Jack in the Box, the rest of the drive home should be awesome. Oh yeah, once it's dark, make sure your lights and interior console lights are turned ON.


The Richmond Bridge exit, ah, home is less than half an hour away. After a long, sunburnt day at the beach, nothing says rest and relaxation like a good old North Richmond drive-by shooting. Fortunately, dub navigated us successfully home in safety, and my trip to the beach concludes.


Hopefully you enjoyed my journey, even though almost every photo was taken from behind the dirty windshield of a vehicle moving 70 miles an hour, but that was about the only opportunity I had to take pictures. Alright all, I gotta get some rest and save up for my next trip to the beach.

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Ha, you think Pantene can fix that damage, yeah right, I've tried it, no luck there. And the lighters rock.
Nice pics mate, even some pretty, scenic ones for all of us in the freezing cold to get envious over.

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Good stuff. Looks like a beautiful place. How long was the ride exactly?

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Good shit, DPD. Man, how far inland are you? That's a pretty hefty ride to the beach. It would only take me a half to get to the nearest beach. But our water is polluted, so I guess you got us on that.

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Ha. I got a pool 5 minutes away and a water-thingy much better than the beach about 20 minutes. Not sure what you call the water-thingy, but I'll take pictures of it one day. Beautiful place.

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That was good. I'm glad dub successfully navigated you guys there and back. Who knows what whacky adventures would ensure if he had not. Oh, and consider yourself lucky on the gas. $2.09 for regular unleaded by me.

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Eon: Then try the L'OREAL VIVE conditioner, works beautifully.

freeyourmind: The ride to the beach is an hour, more or less. I could get to other beaches in 30-45 minutes, but my beach is my beach...hard to explain the loyalty unless you've got passions.

NMN: Straight line, I'm about 18-20 miles inland, but I'd have to sit in shitty ass San Francisco traffic to make it there. The trip to the beach we go to is around 34.4 miles or so, and we have to go around a mountain on windy roads for over 10 miles of that time and the speed limit is 35, which you couldn't exceed by much even if you wanted to due to the windiness of the road. And then you get some old person driving with a line of 8 cars behind them who refuses to use the pullouts....yeah, but it's worth it in the end. Don't gotta lock up your shit in your car because everyone's just chillin there.

TINM: We had some whacky adventures nonetheless, but yeah, we coulda got stupid if we woulda pulled a side trip on the way home. Maybe next time I'll have someone take pictures of actually being at the beach.

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Nice pics DPD, one thing thou. U posted ur side view mirror before me, lol. I took a pic of my daughter like that. I'll post it up, soon.
I love ur lighters thou, very nice. I see u r all pyro's, lol.

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