I am not saying the West Coast is the best coast, I am just staying open-minded. As an east coast Yankee boy uprooted and planted in the red south Georgian clay, I find myself talking about the northeast more than I ever used to. I love it there, but I have also gotten a taste of the Pacific a few times.
In June, I will get to see it up close and personal. We will venture through the woods, up and down hills, tip-toe along the cliffs that precipitously bring earth to ocean. We will ride through blankets of fog, and cycle mornings where our shadows dive towards the cool ocean on our right.
There is a lot to be in awe of on the left coast, and I am excited to breathe it all in while facilitating a group that is excited to spread love through service. And hills, oh I love hills 🙂