It’s the simple pleasures that contribute mightily to fulfillment. Ones like a warm July day, hanging around with good friends and family in one of the original Beach Houses at Stinson. Pretty much unchanged from the ’40s which is when I’m guessing it was built. Most of them have been torn down to be replaced by larger more modern structures, grander, for the most part, but devoid of the get-away charm that once graced the beach. 

What caught my eye were those quiet moments encapsulated in an environment that was left pretty much alone. As alone as 70 years of living allowed it to be. Lucky us to have it be ours if only for a week and to take home memories to last us for a year.