Pacific City is soft sand dunes and dogs and surfers in full hypothermia gear.

Pacific City is icy water and cold beer and hot coffee.

Pacific City is horsehoes and ice cream and Farmers Markets and fire pits.

Pacific City is the US Open and gimlets and burgers on the grill.

This is me practicing my  interpretive dance moves in the horsehoe pit.

Getting stimulated.

  He ain’t heavy, he’s my grandson.
  

We are family.  (G is taking the picture.) G has taken all the pictures. I am just learning the “law of thirds.”

Boring scenery picture.