Tuesday, July 18, 2006

The Cove of Dreams


When god designed the western coastline of the United States he set aside the usual geographic features that one would come to expect at the edge of a continent. Inlets, cliffs, harbors, deltas, estuaries and bays. All of these things have come together to constitute a general mixture of water skirted territory that is found in any costal region of the globe. But one bay in particular lying somewhere south of Newport was made extra special. Servicing the beach like needs of a sickeningly flawless 500 home utopian community is a place called Emerald Bay. On a normal public beach, stringent laws forbid drinking and the usual debauchery that comes with it but as Emerald Bay is a private beach with no alcohol restrictions the beer flows freely and the bobbing fruit laden party punch sloshes with relative ease. Couple this liberal amount of alcohol consumption with every obscure outdoor sport imaginable and you have the most triumphant playground for summer frolic any person is likely to find. The next 22 photographs were the best of the 55 taken on this day. Peeep the E-Bay mini photo essay.




Matt taking advantage of every cubic inch provided by the softey cooler.






The priveleged resident only golf cart parking zone, strictly enforced.






Tyson with another totally unacceptable shirt. (See 4th of July entry)






The last thing any one would expect to see at the beach. Jager bombs.






Party punch, equipped with free floating fruit for that healthy finish.






Sotguns before the highly one sided volleyball faceoff.






Matt smoking number 8 of his 37 cigarettes of the afternoon.






Cory uncorking his typical squash ball showmanship.






Stoked.






On to cig number 22 of 38.






Hasselhoff.






The camp in full disarray.






Living the dream.






Corn dog.






Trashbagged.






Squadron 1.






Squadron 2.






interACTiVE sun screen art courtesy Matt Jimenez.






Squadron 3.






The playmate prepared to warm us up.






Cory fine tuning the settings. Maximum speed, maximum top spin.






The ball machine is strictly reserved for serious tennis use only.




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