Although I had planned to be 5 feet deep in blue salty water, I spent more time in California inside of enormous trees. It wasn’t exactly the way I had in mind, but I did feel wonderfully insignificant.
Anyway, overall, I spent about five nonconsecutive minutes with my feet in chilly water. Maybe, MAYBE two hours in my swim suit, and most of those with goose bumps. I looked at the ocean a lot, but it definitely wasn’t the most impactful part of the trip. It turned out that once we were enjoying the road, there was no longer a destination in mind.