We spent most of the month of August in Carlsbad, California. It's on the coast, a half-hour's drive north of San Diego. This is the part of California the Beach Boys sang about. When I first heard their songs, I was living in the Texas panhandle, so I could only imagine their beaches, palm trees and surfers. All these years later, the songs feel right on target, to a surprising degree.
Even though we were temporary residents, the neighbors in Carlsbad welcomed us. Max rode his bike and made chalk drawings with his friend Nicho on the warm summer nights.
Instead of writing more, I'll post additional photos to give you the flavor of our time in San Diego County.
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