Shorts full of sand

I did think of one thing about living in California that I am still trying to adjust to. My sense of direction is all screwed up. I have certain ingrained ideas about how to distinguish east and west. As such, I have to make an effort not to go the wrong way. For example, in my mind, if you want to get to the ocean, you head east. The wilderness is west. However, if I head east from here in my swim trunks, all I'll get is shorts full of sand. The desert is that way. If I want the beach or any other coastal attraction, I gotta go west. Weird.