Bruce Fisher(tm) was the one responsible for putting on the mission to find the Glass Beach, a possibly mythical or urban-lengend-esque location where purportedly trash was dumped for years, leaving glass and bits of other detritus to wash and tumble and smooth and polish over the years until, viola, you have a beach of veritable gems.
The girl who served me coffee yesterday was wearing a necklace feaqturing a largish piece of brown glass, all smooth and polished, as the focal piece. She reported she had found it, but when we asked where as Deena wanted to find some and make some stuff with it, the girl clammed right up.
See, there's nothing in any of the tourist-y materials about this place, because n o one's yet figured out a way to sell tickets to it yet, but I came back to the house and did some surfing. There are some stories and references to the place, even the odd photo or two (always of people being there, not of the beach itself), but I got an idea of a direction and a general location. Long story short, we found it.
Deena was, well, stoked.
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