Almost makes me want to pull out my pictures from 68. I was on my own bike. 12 years old. There was a guy in San Felipe we called "Sam the clam man". He would rent you a bucket and shovel, and we would dig clams. We rode from Cantimar to San Felipe and back. No roads. No bungee cords. No tents. Sleeping bags and a small change of clothes.
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