Seems like my Big Trip posts are all about the southwest, so I’m going to try to even things up a bit. In Northern California, we camped almost on a beach by the Pacific Ocean. It was September, kind of cold I remember. One day we walked along the shore and a seal swam along beside us. We walked as far as we could one direction, then turned and went the other way, and the seal turned and swam back the same way. We repeated this a few times, I think he was curious about us [of course we were curious about him, too…would have loved a closer look.]
We found large starfish all up and down the beach-they were pretty pastel colors, like pink and purple. All were alive, so we really couldn’t justify keeping them. We ended up in this primitive camp ground run by the state because we drove just a little further after a scary experience. We had found the campground we had researched, and found it to be some different from the description. Piles of trash were everywhere, and we were barked at by skinny cross eyed dogs. Skinny cross eyed children were everywhere, and directed us to inquire at a run down trailer for the manager. When we approached the trailer, a bodiless voice yelled, “whadya want!” “Um…looking for a place to camp?” Suddenly he was all sweetness…except we could see him now…holey stained t-shirt, beer gut and all. We were afraid to put our relatively new and good looking [albeit unpaid for] trailer in this park-so off we went. Going the extra miles really paid off.
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