It's where palm trees lose their heads in fierce winter storms.

It's the guy hydrobiking in the waters off of Salt Creek Beach.

It's where your toddler thinks rain is an alien phenomenon.

It's:

(Crow in a coral tree)

It's:

(Venice Pier)

It's:

(Dana Point Harbor)

It's:

(Salt Creek Beach)

It's strolling around historic downtown Orange on a Sunday night and overhearing three conversations, two of which were directly about God. 

It's the high school boys' cross country team jogging with their shirts off in mid-February.

It's the big and tall dude at the Redbox wearing a grey Polo shirt, khaki shorts and shearling Ugg boots.

It's another message from the electronic road work sign in Dana Point; this one proclaiming that "Dreams do come true."

It’s the teenage boys at the skate park doing more YouTubing than skateboarding.

It's the baby boomer biker buds stopping to sniff the lavender growing in the planter on a Laguna Beach sidewalk.  

It's:

(Winter Wonderland, SoCal style)

From Jeanine: It's when the meteorologist announces "bone-chilling cold" for a temp of 32F.

It's:

(If you squint a little bit, the water in the Dana Point Harbor almost looks like snow.)

From Jeanine: It's the guy in the bike lane near the I-5 on ramp zipping along on roller skates, talking on a cell phone.

Even the City of Laguna Beach can't afford to live in Laguna Beach. 

It's this Trans Amerca, a perfect example of misguided OC car patriotism:

It's this troca, slowly pulling onto the I-5 north, with driver on cellphone:

It's where you take a walk at the beach and run into this:

It’s this view of the Saddleback Valley from the Aliso Summit Trail:

It’s almost sitting on this little slithery venomous badass (otherwise known as a juvenile southern pacific rattlesnake -- the most unpredictable and temperamental of our local rattlesnakes) while taking a break during a 12-mile hike.