It should come as no surprise to anyone who knows me that I love the beach. It doesn't matter to me if it's the middle of August and 108 degrees outside, or if it is 40 degrees in the middle of December with 35 mile an hour winds off the water, my philosophy is a bad day at the beach is still better than a good day anyplace else.

With the weather finally starting to warm things up again, the breeze and the smell of salt water has started calling me home.

Every year we take a trip to the beach and spend a boat load of dollars on either a hotel or on renting a place to stay.

When we returned home last year, I decided to start looking for a place down on the coast. After about 3 minutes of that it became obvious I should probably just buy some land and invest in a good tent.