I'm sitting on a beach in San Simeon as blue surf cracks before me and wispy clouds drift overhead like sea smoke.
I'm wondering how to do justice to what I see.
But it's a fool's errand. Mere words don't measure up when you try to describe the California coast.
Maybe this dripping wet, freckled surfer who just washed ashore can help me.
What's your name, kid?
Liam Taylor, he says. Seventeen years old, and he's lived in Cambria his whole life.
Does it ever get old? I ask him. Living in such a beautiful place?
"You know what?" he says, seawater dripping from red coils of hair. "I appreciate it every day. Every morning before school I...