This year I squeezed summer like limes for a margarita. I absolutely could not control myself and took as many long weekend trips as my wallet would allow. (And maybe a couple more than that.) A camping trip to Salt Point State Park was one of my favorites. There’s nothing like waking up early and hiking down to the ocean only to be inundated with fog. God, I fucking love Northern California. I never thought I’d be a fan of the cold coast, but it feels like nothing short of home.