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When I was a kid I would spend a few weeks in the summer visiting my grandparents ranch in Northern California. Their spot was in Redwood Valley but they also had a small piece of land just north of Mendocino.
During those excursions to Mendocino my sister and I would stand on the outcropping and throw french fries into the wind. The gulls typically didn't have to work much since the fries would usually just kind of float by them. While we were having fun defying balance and death, my dad, grandpa and uncle would dive for abalone, sea urchins and starfish in the cove below. I can still feel the grease in my hands and the humidity in my hair.
