The drive from my humble homestead was easy easy with not a pinch of shitty traffic. Blasted up there and landed safely, tumbled out of the car and into The Mandalay Beach Resort. Who knew such a prime piece of resort ass was right under the radar in Oxnard. I didn't. The front desk gentleman looked like he was a member of the band Weezer. Cool. Super helpful and un-snooty. Ocean breezy goodness wafted all around. Ahhhh.
Yes. Yes... Fish tacos du jour Oxnard Harborside. Super delicious. Tasty vittles.
Riding my bike... Well the bike I rented from the resort.
I teetered with my camera and quickly snapped this picture while rollin on down the alley... Silly gorgeous houses.
I am a sucker for arched hallways. Arch it.
Sandy toes. Salty hair. Pristine shoreline. Pure Heaven.
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