In SoCal a summer Friday = beach day, plain and simple. So Grant and I packed up the beach bag, took the top off the jeep, and set our sights on Santa Monica.
Inspired by our local beach volleyball Olympians, Grant put on his best Rosenthal face and I channeled my personal hero Misty May-Treanor for some casual peppering in the sand. After we had officially worn ourselves out, we made our way over to try and snag the best spot on the beach. In case you’re wondering how this is accomplished, the formula is simple – no loud families or seagull lovers…you know who you are.