Whenever Grover has a court appearance, we stop by Rachel's house on the way home...even if it's not on the way home. I figure if I am driving 1 hour plus north, then I am close enough to go a little out of the way and get a Rachel fix! Grover/Dad doesn't mind one bit. It's a two-fer! The client pays his way to court and we pay our own way home by way of Huntington Beach. Everybody wins!
I found out just the other day that the beach I remember as "Tin Can Beach" from the late 50s that we drove past every time we went to Huntington Beach is now actually Bolsa Chica State Beach...the closest state beach to Rachel's house. That means, in an ironic sense, that I have camped at "Tin Can Beach" like so many people before me. Only I had the benefit of a motor home, running water, electricity and plumbing. But the beach we all had in common. I like reclaiming the past. I like knowing that migrant workers, vacationers, homeless, and those just passing through stayed at that very beach...leaving their tin cans and jagged tin can lids (unfortunately) as painful reminders of the time they spent there. I hope the beach gave them the same kind of comfort that I feel when I am there listening to the lovely sounds of the waves, and smelling the fresh sea breezes.
But I digress. I was talking about visiting Rachel and kids. Hayden was practicing Soccer and Tyler was practicing his playground equipment skills. I forgot I had a camera with me and missed those particular photo ops.But I did catch Jayce and I think I may have caught Rachel in the middle of a "woo-hoo Hayden" cheer. We have plans to return for the opening soccer day for the boys---Sept. 11th. We just may have to drive by the beach while we're at it. Soccer and the beach....lots of memories there.
