Our trip started Friday night in the most horrendous Los Angeles traffic I think we’ve ever experienced, but fortunately it wasn’t a sign of what was to come.
We arrived at San Simeon State Park just after midnight and were greeted by a warm fire and friends who had traveled from San José and San Francisco to make it. The moon was just bright enough that we could have gone without a fire or flashlights, but since the temperatures were rapidly dropping into the low 40ºs, we threw a few more logs on and bundled into our warmest jackets.
Our campsite was about quarter mile from the water as the crow flies, and we could hear the waves crashing from our beds. The first night was so cold that every one of us was woken by our numb noses. The waves were there to lull us back to sleep though.
There were games of frisbee and bocce ball played the next day. Rocks were climbed and collected. The ocean was cold enough to take your breath away, but the sun was warm enough to dry you off, so Scott and I didn’t hesitate to jump in.
The three girls took over making the fire the second night. The boys stood back while we swung the axe, but kindling was cut and a fire was blazing even better than the night before, according to us. It was nice to work on something with my old roommates just like we used to. Nicole was particularly amused by my drink of choice that night, orange gatorade and red whine, while everyone else was disgusted. I claimed it was just like a more hydrating version of sangria. I’ll let you be the judge.
I fell asleep by the fire for almost two hours that night. And while I’m a little disappointed I missed out on conversation, I’m happy to have had some of the sleep. After I awoke, we took a late night walk to the beach so the boys could mess with long exposures. Basia dared me to run into one of their pictures and moon the camera. I nearly never turn down a dare and fortunately I was far enough away that my moon didn’t show up in the picture.
On the way back, Basia and I began to walk ahead of the boys. I enjoyed the distance so I could see if the dark would still scare me. It didn’t at all. It was too calm and beautiful, but then we could hear Phil whisper from behind “Is that a man?” As he looked over at an approaching figure coming from the dark lagoon and fear returned. It turned out it was just a really tall bird.
On Sunday we stopped in Cayucos just as the sun set before we drove all the way home. I had my dragon in my lap and slept probably 87% of the drive. When I awoke I told Dragon “Wasn’t that a fun trip? It was just the break away from everything I didn’t know I needed!” (Scott would probably want me to add that he does not talk to dragon, but he did allow him to sit in his lap for part of the drive).
We’re already planning our next camping adventure.
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