Monday, March 19, 2012

Rodeo Beach.

The Marin Highlands. It sounds like the home of some wayward Norse God of Thunder. Nah. It's just a kick ass stretch of pacific coastline a mere hop skip away from San Francisco proper. Not only is the scenery awe-inspiring, but the sandy enclave that resides at the base of these foothills is known as Rodeo Beach. Angry waves, brah.

 Them is shark waters. Big shark waters. Take a look for yourself, Hooper.

These aren't some fancy flowers I picked up from some 40 year old boob job at the Sausalito Farmer's Market. These fuckers are the real deal, nestled amongst the highlands.

Brewcifer the Beast surveying clavicle crushing waves that wash over Rodeo Beach.

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