

· By Casey Courter
Join the Beach Camp
Hey guys! Casey here.
I'm writing this while the sun is rising—coffee in hand—watching the golden light stretch across the backyard from my kitchen table. It's one of those quiet early moments, before the day fully begins. The house is still. The chickens in the side yard are starting to rustle and squawk a little, which means the kids will be up any minute. But for now, it's peaceful.
We’ve been living in Ventura, California since 2020. It didn’t take long to fall in love with this place. There’s a sense of calm here, a rhythm to life that just feels... right. It’s become home in all the best ways. We’ve found our people. The kind you can text last-minute—“Hey, we’re setting up a beach camp at Solimar”—and by sunset, you look around and somehow your little setup has turned into a full-blown gathering. This is living.
Growing up, I used to listen to Jack Johnson’s Talk of the Town. There’s this lyric about wanting to live in a place where the talk of the town is about last night, where the sun went down. That always stuck with me. It made me want to be part of that kind of life—slow, sweet, simple. And now… I am.
Out here, conversations revolve around surf reports, tides, swell direction, wind shifts, and whether to grab the fish or the longboard. It’s not just talk—it’s shared language. And when someone says, “Looks like a sunny 72 degrees this weekend,” we all know what that means: get to the beach.
So how did we get here?
Well, it’s been a journey. One that started over a decade ago. I still remember the moment clearly—we were down in San Diego, and I spotted one of those classic Mexican blankets. I turned to Brooke and said, “I really love that style.” I had no idea that single moment would shape the next ten years of our life.
What started as a spark turned into a business. And more than that—a calling. These blankets we sell? They’re not just cozy (though, yes, they’re cozy and very rad). They’ve become gathering points. They're wrapped around shoulders on chilly mornings, spread out under picnic lunches, used for sunset hangs, kid forts, road trips, beach naps, and backyard movie nights. They're comfort, color, warmth, and connection.
Turns out, a blanket can be a lot more than a blanket.
And now, every day I get to share a piece of that with people like you. People looking for something meaningful, something simple and beautiful. People who want to be part of something.
So if you ever find yourself nearby, or just feel like you might belong in this sun-drenched, surfy, slow-living kind of story—we’ve got space on the beach for you.
Come join the beach camp.
– Casey