We camped at Doheny beach for a week in early August. This is a long entry, but I'm trying to converge my "journal" and my blog so I don't have to do everything twice. Read, skip, skim or just look at the pictures - it's all good.
Sunday
After church we loaded the car and got on the road. It took us two days to get ready for the trip and only an hour to arrive at our destination – a strange, anticlimactic feeling after hours of packing and the last-minute purchase of a rooftop cargo bag – but actually pretty great considering that’s how long our kids can stand to be in the car without heavy incentives. We arrived at Doheny State Beach a few minutes after my parents and began to set up camp – met the neighborhood bunnies right away. Our first accident occurred when Claire stood up on a beach chair and tipped it over landing with full weight on her tiny middle finger, which became completely infected, and which we hope to see heal quickly now that we are home and have higher hygiene standards.
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Tents, camp stoves, lanterns, chairs, firewood, etc. and two hours later we were at the beach where our second, and pretty much final accident occurred when Claire was totally submerged by a wave that landed larger than it looked – also mommy and daddy each thought the other was holding Claire’s hand. (There were a few other minor scrapes, aches and pains, falls, face-plants and Audrey’s 2 unintentional seconds underwater, but otherwise we are home unscathed – yahoo).
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We enjoyed the water and the sand and the perfect weather and then walked the 40 yards back to our campsite for a dinner of chili beans and cornbread. The kids filled up on cornbread, and generally ate huge amounts of whatever was ready first at all our meals, and picked the red beans out of the chili, and after dinner we all moved on to s’mores – good stuff. It was a late night getting everyone situated and we became intensely aware of the train tracks nearby. By the last night we hardly heard it, but that doesn’t mean it got any quieter.
Monday
This morning had us up by 7:30 and we cooked a huge breakfast of eggs, bacon, fried potatoes and onions.
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A little clean up and change of clothes had us headed for the beach again. We played and ate our peanut butter and honey sandwiches for lunch. Returned to camp, showered, and Mark and Claire had a nap in our tent/oven - Claire completely zonked hugging her stuffed monkey tight to her chest. My mom, dad, Audrey and I made a trip to the grocery store for ice, chips and dip, more milk and the air conditioning. Also ice cream. Before dinner we drove over to the marina to watch the boats, birds (saw a Blue Heron), paddle boarders with dogs at the helm, tiny crabs, a solitary seal, tons of pelicans, and took a self guided tour of a historic sailboat named the Curlew that was supposedly used for training in one of the world wars and once abandoned off the shore of Bermuda during a hurricane. Walking around the marina with all its expensive boats, boutiques, and restaurants reminded us what spoiled people we really are and made us remember fondly what it is like to order from a waiter and have a meal appear in front of us with absolutely no effort. It was a good feeling. So we went back to our campsite for more chili, this time mixed with pasta, as well as some fruit, cherry tomatoes from my garden, and later, a bowl of Top Ramen and cups of herb tea with milk for the girls.
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Tuesday
Repeat Monday morning breakfast and beach outing and lunch. The girls collected several new and priceless sand toys lost maybe the day before by some other child. They snacked constantly and did everything they could to get sand on themselves wherever it is most difficult to get off – scalp, bum crack, etc. I swam out to the buoy – Audrey was very impressed and wanted to hear every detail about how I wasn’t sure I could do it but I decided I could and I did.
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Just about everybody napped today – we figured out that the bug netting was also keeping out the breeze, so we slept with all the various doors and windows of our tents totally open and all the other campers could see us drooling and snuffling. We decided to skip cooking dinner tonight and made for the marina. I had in mind a luxurious surf and turf dinner, but fish and chips were good. Claire would only eat my salad and Audrey would only eat the French fries so on the way home we had to stop by Del Taco where they misunderstood our order three times and I exerted all my hard-earned patience to correct the mistake politely.
My parents had to return to their real lives and we were sad to see them go. They were a great source of help for me and Mark and tireless entertainment for the girls. My mom handled all the potty breaks and helped me with the logistics of showering my two girls and getting all the sand out of their various parts, not to mention she is just great company.
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My dad brought along his video camera to film the trip for posterity, and we look forward to watching movies of ourselves trudging around with sandy, sooty, smiling faces and our girls laughing, singing and playing like they always do in between crying over things that drive us crazy.
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After 50 goodbyes we distracted the girls from their sorrow with a walk around the campground where we found a cute little “on your honor” book exchange (we stole 5 books, sorry, they made their way into our dishonorable luggage during the frenzy of our departure) and met an interesting character who shared some of his life story with us and made us wonder if he was insane or just in dire straits. When he was gone I couldn’t decide whether to laugh or cry, but I will say a prayer for him. Mark sent me to the beach with a book and got the kids ready for bed. I returned for story time and enjoyed the feeling of closeness that a tent surrounded by darkness seems to create. It is sweet to be together that way.
Wednesday
We had some cold cereal for breakfast and made the most of one lonely piece of bacon and 6 eggs – delicious. Another overcast morning sent us on an excursion to Laguna Beach where we rode the free trolley – very thrilling – and had some great Thai food. Once again, the contrast between our fun, but dirty, camp life and the glamour of commercialism caused us to analyze ourselves and conclude that the beauty of camping is that it has a definite time span and gives us the double enjoyment of an adventure away from our greedy daily lives and a true appreciation for our greedy daily lives. We loved depriving ourselves of comforts we take for granted and we love returning home to those same comforts. We have got it really good either way. Claire fell asleep on the way back to camp and then wouldn’t sleep anymore once we arrived so we all went out in search of a kayak rental. I talked Mark into renting a jet ski for 30 minutes and we took turns going out with the kids. I took Audrey and she was a good sport, but obviously afraid, so I went as slow as I could stand and only revved it up to 32 mph for a few seconds. I might have gone 50 but it was still so much fun. I have great memories of jet skiing with my family at Lake Havasu and going with friends to different lakes in Utah – I love to be out on the water like that just speeding away – wonderful. Mark took Claire out and she looked so tiny. He said she cried when the water hit her face and the fastest he could go was not so fast. When they returned Claire said: “I cried. I had fun.” Then Mark and Audrey went out on a kayak while Claire and I had an ice cream cone. Back at the campsite we put on our final campfire dinner with hot dogs, baked beans, chips, canned peaches and more s’mores. Audrey wanted a toasted marshmallow that was not brown anywhere – we tried but it was not possible.
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The girls played with the kids at the campsite next door and we watched as that already noisy group added more members. They put up a huge tent and still, in conversation, told Mark that ours was the Taj Mahal of tents. It’s true our tent is gigantic. We could probably fit 6 twin air mattresses inside. The instructions say two people can put it up but it’s much easier with three. Either way, I have to get inside and hold up the roof while Mark pops in the side poles because I am not strong enough to do the sides. My parents have the same tent – my dad found them at a camping store – and we had quite the little compound. So much for leaving our greedy daily lives behind. As usual Mark and I did not see eye to eye on our assorted luggage – I would always bring more and he would always bring less – but we are having constructive conversations about the items we can do without and the items we cannot do without next time we camp.
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Thursday
Our last day we were up around 7. We ate oatmeal and then made a final trip to Doheny Beach, but once there decided to decamp and head to Laguna for clearer waters and fewer rocks. We found a little heaven there. Down a narrow street there was free parking and a staircase to the beach. The water was so clear we could see the rocks and seaweed below. Mark and I took turns going out with the boogie board – I found myself atop the biggest wave we saw that day and probably the biggest wave I have ever ridden. I was just grateful I noticed it sneak up behind me (the teen beach bum shouting from the sand was my first clue) and that I got over it before it got over me. We fed the girls rice and beans from the Wahoo’s ¼ mile up the street and they played with their sand toys and got rides on the boogie board just along the edge of the tide. I could have stayed there all day – I would still be there now if it were in any way possible. We are definitely going back. It’s always the last hour of any vacation that’s the most painful, in my book, because everyone is tired and everything is a mess and there’s never enough energy to get home without a fuss. Claire pooped and swim diapers are useless. We had to shower both kids at the top of the stairs where the water was very cold and they both cried – Claire actually screamed. And I forgot to take a pair of underwear out of the duffel, now packed under the tent, beach chairs, 10 wet towels and several grocery bags, for Audrey, so she had to ride home commando. They were both hungry again so ate huge amounts of pretzels. Claire fell asleep and I talked Mark’s ear off so he wouldn’t. Audrey ate more pretzels. We all settled down. Now we are home and unpacked and have returned to all our electronic equipment with ease.
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It was a really good time. It was great to be away from the usual – fun to do everything different for a few days. Above all we hoped for a memorable time with our kids – something that will keep them close to us even when they are grown and maybe far away. It’s hard for me to write about a trip like this without being overly chronological and little sarcastic, but whether it sounds like it or not my heart is full of the fun we had, the time we spent together and how lucky we are to have a family.
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The day after we got home we were walking out the front door to run errands and Claire said “I want go kayaking!” Three seconds later Audrey said “Hey, look, I scratched my head and sand fell off.” I think the trip made an impression.