Back around 1970, I spent a couple of weeks living on the beaches between Santa Cruz and Monterey. We met a lot of really great people there and were even invited to lunch by a bunch of bikers that were hanging out on the beach one afternoon. I loved living on the beaches. The garbage cans always had loads of discarded food in them, fresh daily! We would often find unfinished bottles of wine, sandwiches, cheese, crackers, veggies - all carefully wrapped and inside of plastic bags... a veritable smorgasbord orgasbord orgasbord. One particular place had hardpacked sand cliffs, maybe 40 or 50 feet high. There were foot and handholds carved into the sand, leading up to caves that had been carved into the cliffs - wonderful places to sleep during bad weather.