More miles . . .

I loved reading sartorias 's post yesterday and seeing the pictures of Seal Beach.  It brought back so many memories.  I grew up just a few miles from Seal Beach and that sleepy little beach town is where I spent a lot of time during my teen years--first surfing, first romance, first car dent (sorry Mom).  Before we could drive, my dad used to drop us off with all of our surfboards at the crack of dawn (best waves) and we would spend the morning surfing and the afternoon walking up and down Main