This past summer, my friend and I made it a ritual to go out to the beach every Sunday morning and enjoy 2 joints, 2 oranges, and a bunch of water. We would get there about 8 AM, smoke a joint, each eat an orange, walk along the beach for miles, and then find another spot to smoke the second joint.

The last Sunday before we started up classes again, we went all out and camped on the beach on Saturday night, woke up and smoked a joint while watching the sun come up (not as great since I'm on the west coast), explored the beaches for the entire day, then smoked a final joint that was filled with over half straight kief while the sun was setting.

I love the beach. Growing up in the midwest, I had no idea how awesome it was, but once I moved out west, I don't think I could ever not live near the beach ever again. It's just simply amazing.