It was my third year visiting my friends in California. And it was my third year leaving the snow for the sand. It’s always the highlight. Stepping out onto that sand and feeling the warm sun on my face, the wind of the ocean in my hair. This was the first of those times on this trip. Twenty four hours prior I was shoveling seven inches of fresh snow from my driveway, and I was now getting sand in my moccasins. Such a wonderful change.