Nothing is better than family traditions, and our annual trip to Stinson Beach may be my absolute favorite. When my wife was just a kiddo, her grandmother lived in a cute little house right on the beach; and now Stinson offers her the sweetest nostalgia of childhood adventure and beachy memories. Brea’s grandmother is gone, as is the family property, but we still roll into town every 4th of July and embed ourselves into the beauty and culture of this coastal gem. Each year Brea’s family takes over a little hotel called the Sandpiper inn, and we dig our heels in for several days of pure joy and relaxation.
It’s always good to catch up with the people we love when there is no agenda for a couple days. Life has a way making us so busy we forget to stay connected to people. The beach has a special magic of giving us the time and space to remember how important friends and family are. This year our crew of family and friends was totally epic, and I’m so thankful for all the people that make it to the beach each year! Continue reading