They were young once, too. Teenagers. They threw a mattress into the back of their station wagon. Took it on road trips up HWY 1. Back then, it wasn't as crowded. You could find whole stretches of beach north of Big Sur that you could have all to yourself. When they found a good spot, sometimes they'd stay for a few days, and just hang out. Clothes weren't really necessary, until nightfall.
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