Our friend Bev's place in Trinidad is killing me. After spending my entire 20's here, I haven't been to Humboldt County in nearly twenty years. Today, me and the kids were the only ones on Luffenholtz Beach. The Co-op, the Arcata plaza, hippy chic, KHSU–the college radio station where I worked–still the best radio station in the world, the beach, day after day of no fog, ribs at Larrupin with my parents, our friend Jesse's hand drawn notes all over Bev's house, highway 101, the rocks I know by name, green hummingbirds in the honeysuckle by the door. All of it. This is the town where I dreamed the life I have with Peter now. This is my home–or one of them anyway–and these are my peace-sign-wearing people. Flickr set of the house and beach here.
twenty-something years of "what have you been up to?" 
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