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Image shot at Juno Beach on the DJI Mavic Mini drone

Juno Beach is the most special place on the planet. It’s an oasis, a timeless surfing town in south Florida that I am lucky to call my home. To me, Juno Beach is the cafe on the corner with the best pancakes that I get after a beach sunrise. It’s driving on the beach road, Ocean Drive, and letting my friends stick their body out the sunroof of my car letting the sunshine kiss their skin as we speed by the waves below us just past the palm tree lined streets. It’s access #33 and the wooden staircase tucked between mangroves leading down to the sand. Juno Beach is laying on my back in the ocean smiling up at the sky and feeling the waves crash and the spray blowing back in the wind, feeling the rain and watching the rainbows that form as the sea spray catches the light. It’s sprawling out on the caramel colored sand for hours, basking in the golden glow of the eastern sun, and finding grains of sand and salt dotting my scalp at home at night. It’s waking up at 5:15 to throw on a bikini and sweatshirt and speeding to catch a sunrise, eagerly awaiting the flaming ball of fire to emerge from beyond the horizon line as I swim in the morning Atlantic, listening to only the tinkling of shells as the current tows the water back and forth. It’s eating plums and letting the juice drip down my chin as I’m lying on my stomach on my big beach duvet by the shore. It’s climbing trees overlooking the coast and staying perched on a perfect branch to read a good book. It’s pizza picnics at sunset and sprinting along the break as the sky changes hues and illuminates the beach in brilliant shades of red, all the while trying to find the best opening to watch the color show from the opposite coast in between the high rise condos.

Juno Beach is jumping off of bridges into the teal water below, letting out a scream from the thrill on the 1st and 100th time. It’s coffee shops with oat milk lattes and vintage surf magazines at the bar. It’s paddle boarding in the intracoastal and spotting dolphin pods and manatees who surface and bring me unmatched joy. It’s running outside my house to a rainbow spanning the entire sky. It’s climbing up the lighthouse still standing from the civil war and looking out over my town, watching as the boats pass and people line up for dinner at the restaurants on the water. It’s running along the pier and passing the local fishermen and the pelicans, and spotting sharks from the edge. It’s rollerskating along the beach road and smiling at every one I pass who is running, skate boarding, biking, or rip sticking. It’s the surf shops and sex wax hanging off my mirror. It’s hot yoga and elements acai bowls afterwards. It’s long walks along the shore at dusk. Hiking trails with palm fronds, palmetto ferns, and cacti. It’s snorkeling by the jetty or island and marveling at the world underwater. It’s flying my drone and seeing the world from above as I pass through palm trees and film the surfers during a big swell. Juno Beach is a place of pure adventure. Juno Beach is my home.