By Emily EricksonReader Columnist The overhead fan hums through my borrowed camper van, mixing with waves riding a Pacific wind. The air is cool and clean and thick with briny humidity. Sand and damp cling to my belongings, evidence of recent time spent outdoors. Throughout my life, I’ve found myself on the coast for many reasons, pulled toward its grandeur and its difference from my regular surroundings. Often, these trips are precipitated by i…
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