I’ll never forget our times at County Line. Surfing for a couple hours while you were reading your book peacefully on the beach. Cooking our fajitas later that evening and watching the surfers as the sun set. Remember the Mexican guy that was like, “I gotta step my game up.” Not gonna lie, I told myself in my head, I gotta be doing something right if this guy think so. Remember the crickets that night that were ear-piercingly loud. I loved waking up and having a slow morning the next day and bringing you your coffee in the car/bed. Fast forward to the darn squirrel running away with a massive pancake in his mouth and knocking my board over. Long live this adventure, and our first time camping together.

I can’t wait for more memories like this in the future. I hope there will be many and that we get to camp at places we merely dreamed of.