Our first trip in 1983 was the first of countless trips over the years. Back then everybody had their "likkle ting" going on and although some of it was illicit (weed & shrooms mostly) it seemed like there was a sort of grapevine and "watchy-watchy, hushy-hushy" going on just below the surface that served to keep you out of trouble and impart what you needed to know to get you in the know ("see dem two guys walking the beach? They're undercover from MoBay. Never talk to them"). It was an adventure every day. Maybe it's still like that I don't know. We left the beach hustle and switched to the cliffs many years ago. One thing abides...the long-time friendships we've developed over the years. We're booked for the last two weeks of August and I can hardly wait to see our friends and generate what commerce we can around our spot on the cliffs. Oh, and the food, vibes, music et al.