This is the view from the pool at the Y in Newport Beach, where I used to swim, outside, year round. At night you could watch the moon rise in between laps and the combination of a heated pool and the cool air made my swims have this surreal quality to them. Today I wished I was in that pool, charging away.
This is HB on a beautiful day in probably September or October. I didn't actually get to get out during the trip where I took this picture, which sucked ass because it was a perfect day.
I loved cycling or running on those paths, just zoning out for a while with the water there, like the friend it has been to me since before I could crawl. We had a bonfire here one night at the end of my junior year of high school, where i ended up carrying my friend up a rocky cliff, because she was too wasted to make the trek and I had to get her home to sober up at my house before she could show up at hers. Ahh, good times.
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