I don't feel like a California girl, at all. Not even like a California woman. But maybe when I go elsewhere I'll realize that's what I am after all.
This is a photo that my friend Rick took a few months ago, when we went to Stinson Beach, just south of Point Reyes, together.
This is the kind of beach that I love. Rough, loud surf. Rocks. When I say, "I live in California and I like to go to the beach," I suppose that people would imagine a beach towel and a tranquil sea. It's not that I'm against tranquil seas. Or beach towels. It's just that I'd prefer them in the context of wildness.