August 15, 2014
August 15, 2014
From the San Joaquin Valley of California, we took the highway south heading for home. Since we are not ready for hot weather yet, we make a detour west. Leaving California’s breadbasket valley we cross the dry coastal mountains. After almost two hours of winding narrow roads, we hit the Pacific Ocean in Pismo Beach. I have always wanted to camp on the beach so I head straight for the beach access and pay for a one-night stay. I head down onto the compacted sand and Aimee has a heart attack. She is positive we will be swept to sea over night. To prevent a family breakup, I do a U-turn and head back to the road. With some difficulty we find a very expensive site at the local state park.
To see what we missed Aimee and I take a walk along the beach. There is a constant stream of motorhomes of every style arriving; many are pulling dirt bikes, dune buggies and ATVs. The line of beach campers stretches for several miles. And we are missing the party!
From the San Joaquin Valley of California, we took the highway south heading for home. Since we are not ready for hot weather yet, we make a detour west. Leaving California’s breadbasket valley we cross the dry coastal mountains. After almost two hours of winding narrow roads, we hit the Pacific Ocean in Pismo Beach. I have always wanted to camp on the beach so I head straight for the beach access and pay for a one-night stay. I head down onto the compacted sand and Aimee has a heart attack. She is positive we will be swept to sea over night. To prevent a family breakup, I do a U-turn and head back to the road. With some difficulty we find a very expensive site at the local state park.
To see what we missed Aimee and I take a walk along the beach. There is a constant stream of motorhomes of every style arriving; many are pulling dirt bikes, dune buggies and ATVs. The line of beach campers stretches for several miles. And we are missing the party!
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