From the Anza-Borrego desert to the beach.
When I had my camper accident I asked myself why. Things always happen for a reason. I now know why. Without the accident I would have left Southern California a long time ago and I would have missed out on the great beaches and small towns between Oceanside and Del Mar.
Surfing at sunset, long walks along the empty beach. I am not doing the surfing, but I do the walking. There is something neat about seeing kids riding skateboards and holding a surfboard under the arm. It is also nice to walk on the beach in December without being wrapped in a warm coat and scarf. I could get used to this kind of life, but I have the feeling I won’t.
My camper is supposed to be ready no later than Tuesday and I’ll be heading, I don’t know where. California is too expensive; state parks charge $35 and up for one night of camping without electricity or water. They have to somehow fill there huge budget hole. I am looking forward to being back in my home. Living out of a suitcase is not my thing. A home cooked meal wouldn’t be bad either.