Celia loves going to the everyman beach between Montrose and Foster. This is where the landscape opens up and buildings recede, taking a back seat to the expansive beauty of the lake and sky.
Thousands of people flocked to the beach and surrounding park yesterday to fish, picnic, sun, play beach volleyball, test the waters; meet up with friends. Devotees come with plenty of baggage: tents, cardboard boxes laden with food, massive coolers that only the most strapping men can lift.
Ladies following the Islamic code lay on the ground with their husbands, eyes wary, covered with cloth from head to toe. Not so many yards off, nonchalant teen girls did their best to imitate Kerri Walsh, in skimpy bikinis whacking the volleyball.