i am not what one would call a camper. i did stay in a tent a couple of times in my life, i think, but it was when i was much, much younger. before kids. before being married, even. i like the creature comforts of home: hot running water, flushing toilets, you know.
i'm so glad i stepped out of my comfort zone to do this. it was magical.
|iced pumpkin chai from dutch brothers|
|across the sf-oakland bay bridge|
|coit tower, one of ander's favorite sights in sf|
|steve getting our tent ready|
|jen and linus, camping buddies extra-ordinaire|
|ander, sela and diana checking out the big climbing tree at our campsite|
|gazing at the pacific ocean|
|half moon bay|
|mountains, trees, sand & surf, relatively secluded campground - perfect!|
|despite the season, it was chilly in the morning. been here in ca for three years and i still marvel at cool nights and hot days. it's not like that in the midwest or the south.|
|we had nighttime visitors. most everything was locked up tightly, so all we had in the morning was a lot of muddy footprints to clean up.|
|first-time kite flyer. he's a natural, that boy of mine. bodes well for flight school and space travel later in life.|
|i meant only to wade in up to my shins at most. i didn't pay attention to how big the waves could be. that water was really, really cold.|