Baycrazy -

There’s a specific kind of madness that hits you when you live along the bay. Not the bad kind. The best kind.

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It’s the salt crust on your car’s floor mats. The way you can smell a storm three hours before it arrives. The quiet pride of knowing which mud bank hides the best clams. Tourists see water. You see a living, breathing calendar—dictated by tides, moons, and the stubbornness of blue crabs. There’s a specific kind of madness that hits