If I am a mountain man then the Little Prince is a beach bum through and through. He loves the ocean the way I love rolling hills at the base of towering peaks. He loves digging in the fine soft sand the way I love cresting razor sharp passes. He loves splashing in waves, the salt spray cascading all around him, the way I love the sun kissing my skin in the thin air of high elevation.
He loves the beach and, therefore, so do I.