Outdoors
We saw the ocean at night, we saw the green sand
glow in the moonlight. As the waves swept up to greet us, we sat and marveled.
Young children enjoying the green glow of sand. We played in the ocean,
we knew about the tides.
We watch the seals swim in the ocean, the sea
otters work on their backs. We poked the dead seals laying on the beach.
We gathered wood and picked up broken glass.
We started fires to keep warm on the beaches cool nights. We slept around
the fires. Our beaches were Huntington, Tin Can, Seal and Long Beach. Wood
and drift wood, tin cans, bottles, broken bottles would always be at Tin
Can Beach.
The mountains were just a drive away. The San
Gabriel foothills were near. Our parents took us to ShadyOaks, a pay campground.
A one room store/payup/dancehall/judebox/nightclub. The days at this camp
we spent climbing/poking/building. We dammed up the little creak during
one year. A swimming hole two and half feet deep and thirty feet long.
We had very small rapids, just right for one inner tube. We would spin
around and bounce our bodies against boulders.
At night we would go up and listen to Fats singing
Blue Berry Hill on the jukebox, as the Christmas lights sparkled year round.
We wound gather pine needles and lay a blanket on our bed under trees and
stars.
My dad had Gladsy & Tommy carved into a treeheart
with arrow.
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