When I was a kid, many, many, many years ago. My parents took my brother and I to visit our Aunt and Uncles little place in Malibu. It was a small trailer in a trailer park just steps from the water and has since been replaced by large expensive houses. This image is something I remember about the trip- when we saw this rock that was split by the road, we knew we were almost there. Such simple yet special pleasures of my childhood.