July 27, 2005
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Topic: the beach
I grew up 20-25min. from the beach, but hardly went. I usually was away during the summers, so I’d maybe go a couple of times when I was home. Then…I’d also occassionally go to the boardwalk, but usually w/ the family. But…growing up, I rarely went to the beach w/ just a group of friends.
During senior year…we began to go to this beach called Point Lookout to do our drinking. I wish I had a ton of stories of wild nights at the beach, but there were only a few nights really.
Last night, after work, I drove to Point Lookout. I thought about camping out there. It’s amazing how a place so peaceful, a small nearly private beach, calming waves, and all so close to me. It’s a bit embarassing to discover how amazing a place is, when it’s been in your backyard your whole life (another reason I can’t bare to spend much more time in this country). I’m thinking of sleeping out there one night this week…just throw up a tarp in a secluded part of the beach, then wake-up, and hop on the train to the city like the rest of the world.
