My dad would ask me to go to Fort Bragg with him when he goes up north to go abalone diving. And normally, I would politely (or impolitely) decline and stay home. This time, I actually went out with the family during Labor Day weekend. I slept a lot of the time on the drive up. I met some kids. They're quite cute. We went to the beach and played in the sand and then we picked wild blackberries on a bush on the side of the road. It was most-entertaining.
