North Garbage - South Garbage

 
Younger and thinner then, older and lazier now,
I've told this story before, but set in Baja, San Quintin.

If you don't know where it's set this time, I won't tell you.
No one needs to see more people here.

The old dog knows the way better than I do.

The only way down. Surfers do it with boards.

M follows the dog, with the yuppie ball flinger and my sandals.

Once there, I'm really only permitted one kind of picture.

I cheat and sneak a shot of a tiny crab in a tide pool.

Surfers leave their dogs to wait on the beach while they're surfing.

Vanity

The indignity of being an old dog.