Not too long ago, on a crisp and bright morning, 7:15 a.m. to be precise, I stood near the ocean and came upon two young women, one a red head, the other sporting rainbow-colored hair, both in their late teens or early 20s, smoking cigarettes and wearing blankets. They stumbled down a path to the beach and saw a cave carved into a sandy cliff some 20 feet high above ground. The red-haired woman pointed to the cave and exclaimed to her companion, “What the FUCK!?” and started running toward the cave with giddy abandon. Her companion followed. They skipped across a rivulet, scrambled over some driftwood and began climbing up the cliff to presumably reach the cave and then do something inside it.
Caves
Caves
Caves
Not too long ago, on a crisp and bright morning, 7:15 a.m. to be precise, I stood near the ocean and came upon two young women, one a red head, the other sporting rainbow-colored hair, both in their late teens or early 20s, smoking cigarettes and wearing blankets. They stumbled down a path to the beach and saw a cave carved into a sandy cliff some 20 feet high above ground. The red-haired woman pointed to the cave and exclaimed to her companion, “What the FUCK!?” and started running toward the cave with giddy abandon. Her companion followed. They skipped across a rivulet, scrambled over some driftwood and began climbing up the cliff to presumably reach the cave and then do something inside it.