A few days ago, I mentioned that I was in San Diego for a conference. I also talked about how I couldn’t get enough of the beach. I literally could not get enough.
I went to PB (as the cool kids call it).
I went to Coronado Beach.
I went to Corona del Mar Beach.
And I went to Crystal Cove (not pictured … I also got owned by a giant wave).
One of my roommates from college was in Aspen recently and we hiked Lost Man, an 8-mile hike in Independence Pass. It’s gorgeous. But it doesn’t stir my emotions quite like it does hers—everything is oooh, ahhhh, so pretty, let’s take pics! At one point she exclaimed, “The mountains are good for my soul!”
Now I understand. The ocean is good for my soul.