It's vacation time, and I am currently getting ready to go to Holden Beach, North Carolina. As you can imagine, I'm getting really pumped. By this time tomorrow, Ill be within sight of the ocean, shell searching, feeling the fresh sea breeze, and of course dining on delicious seafood! The beach to me is just an awesome vacation spot. I often think of how lucky those permanent beach bums are, With the panorama of the ocean outside their window day after day, and the freshest shrimp and fish on their plates every night. But do those said bums really feel that lucky? As spring has turned to summer, I have seen an increasing trickle of out of state traffic, all heading through the hills of West Virginia where I live. Many of these cars have plates from such far flung places as North and South Carolina and Florida. I Wonder why these beach bums are venturing nine hours or more north, to a landlocked, hilly state. Could this be where beach bums go for vacation? I imagine the conversations that must be going on in the cars: " are we there yet? I wanna see a real bear!" "wow. look at all those deer kids" "Smell that fresh air, I'm so glad we could make it to the mountains this year. everything is so green and the weather is nice and cool". etc etc. So the beach bums head to the mountains, and the hillbillies head to the beaches. Both I and the beach bums have valid points about how great the mountains and the beach can be. How would our life change I wonder, if we had the same appreciation for our home territory that out of staters have? How much would it increase the quality of our lives to walk out on our porch each morning and let the wonder of our surroundings wash over us as if we were experiencing it for the first time? Like I said in the title, when you get in the right frame of mind, regardless of where you happen to be at the moment, life's a beach.











