This is my favorite place on Earth. It’s not the best picture, and it doesn’t really capture the raw beauty, just as the best photographs of the Grand Canyon don’t do it justice, either. But this place is such a huge part of my life, my upbringing, my home. I used to drive out there every day, no matter what the weather, and stare at the horizon, or run across the rocks as fast as I could. I danced in the spray of the surf, I skated way too close to the edge of the ocean on salt-splattered ice, I watched sunsets and sunrises, I cried to the sky at the top of my lungs. I went there alone, with friends, and with family. Now I take my own kids and watch as they discover the wonder of this part of the world.