When I was a kid, and then later when I was at college,
I knew I was almost home when Crystal Cove came into view.
Depending upon the season
(yes, California has seasons but you have to be a Californian to know them)
you might get this colorful late Spring early Summer view or a different set of colors:
foggy greys, bright greens, or golden fields.

This was long before it became Crystal Cove State Park —
this was when it had locals living in not-fancy houses and
horses were ridden on the beach and it was a lovely wild place.
I’m not sad that it became a park —
better than a private gated community of McMansions!

When I was a girl I was known as Debbie Beck.

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