Yes, I awoke from pleasant dreams on the highest campsite at Lopez Lake, just outside of Arroyo Grande, California. It was another near-staycation not far from home, but someplace Gilda and her drivers had yet to visit. It seemed like a good way to recoup from a nasty week of international and national news — you know spies, and Russians, and misspoken words — stuff I can’t fix.
Tag: Camping
Jalama Beach Blowout
I knew it was a risk, but I couldn’t negotiate the calendar — you know, change June to October. Maybe the weather goddess would look favorably upon Gilda and her passengers for a two-day campout at Jalama Beach campgrounds in Santa Barbara County. Perhaps the goddesses of the sea would seduce Njord, the Norse […]
Straddling the Tectonic Plates
I’m no stranger to living on shaky ground. A rock n’ roll life may be part of the reason why this California girl is attracted to the San Andreas Fault as if it were some mystical goddess. I’ve resided not far from the fault line whether near the north, central or south end of this […]
Gilda Goes to the Desert — Part 2
Ah! It was the wildlife sighting possibilities that drew me there in the first place. A year earlier, I read that owls frequent the campground. Nothing would pleasure me more than to have Oly at the ready with its 300 mm lens focused and zoomed in on an owl perched on a Joshua Tree at sunrise.
Gilda Goes to the Desert — Part 1
With Spouse at the helm, we crossed the west end of the Mojave Desert — a V-shaped piece of geography called the Antelope Valley — the place where I lived for most of my younger life.
Life for Some is Like a Meteor
Life for some, and for reasons I will never understand, is exactly like an August night sky — a spectacular burst of energy and light that seems to end much too soon.
An Overnighter — Flashback 1955
The return from Big Sur on that breathtaking Nacimiento-Fergusson Road brought relief once we cleared the sharp drop-offs and one-car-at-a-time curves. The road follows Nacimiento Creek and the US Forestry Service has a few beautiful campgrounds that beckoned me back four-weeks later. Jesus, it was freaking hot! A triple digit day driving up 101 out […]
The EuroVan Chronicles 