I’ve been going to the ocean since I was a tot. But there were huge chunks of years that I didn’t go… until 1998. Actually, I went with a girlfriend in 1997 but we had a semi-lousy time because we didn’t bring our 3 dogs. It wasn’t until a solo trip in 1998 in which Jonesy and I had such a profoundly wonderful time, I decided I’d be going to the ocean annually for the rest of my life.
It wasn’t until January of 2001 that I began using a digital camera. In “old” days I carried a Yashica FX3. It was damn expensive to take photos, and as I leafed through the teensy clutch of them from that trip, I’m amazed at how many were poorly focused. Roger and I sometimes gripe about the foolishness of tech gadgetry but digital cameras? A++!
On that fateful and decision provoking sojourn at the continent’s edge, Jonesy, only 6 years old then, cooled his parts in frigid ocean water. Gods, I miss you ol’ boy! We had a time though, didn’t we?!
And here, just before driving back inland, I called Jonesy to me for one final photograph. This trip, and the subsequent stop at my folks on the way home (which became a post-ocean tradition), are deeply cherished memories.