That Sand Dune

If you've ever taken a drive on the Pacific Coast Highway between Malibu and Oxnard- you've probably noticed that big freaking sand dune across from Thornhill Broome beach. I used to call it the sand hill, but was recently set straight by a friend of mine Cliff Clavin-ing me about Aeolian Transport. 

Basically, the wind blows the sand from the beach below, yadda yadda yadda, and voila! you have a dune

So, although I often drove past it, and often noticed a bunch of people in various states of incline and decline, I never actually had been up there myself... until recently. 

And while it's totally not life-changing in any way, and certainly not bucket-list worthy- and probably not even really blog worthy- it was kind of/sort of a 'fine' thing to do. I mean, it was fine! No harm, no foul, right? Been there, done that. Check! 

So, I parked on the side of the road, and just sort of trekked up there. It was a little unpleasant, what with the dusty sand everywhere, the high noon of sun, and a few eager strangers trying to make eye-contact with everyone in order to bond in our shared random hill climbing moment. But once I ignored everyone and got to the top, it was: pretty good! 

Why not do it? Go get a little exercise, take in a gorgeous new view, and feel (only very slightly) superior to people biding their time on ground level. 

When you're done, go grab a basket of beer battered anything at Neptune's Net climb into a cold beer, and appreciate a completely different type of view: motorcycles and people that ride them! 

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