Spent a few hours this morning at Lido Island cursing the fact that every time I hit the beach early we're socked in by marine layer. Bill laughs, says he thinks I'm jinxed. Drove along the coast back home anyway just hoping that it might burn off, or that maybe there was a little hint of sun further south. It didn't and there wasn't, but at Corona del Mar I found a picture that had been in my head for years.
Bill says he doesn't get it.
Nothing after the jump.