Over this past weekend, we still didn’t have our running water back, so we decided this was a good time to go somewhere there was a different type of running water.
The Pacific Ocean.
*Brace yourselves for a ton of photos as I am trying to hold on to the Summer a little longer*
Our oldest really does not like camping. At all. In fact, last year, after our annual camping trip, I told her that she didn’t have to come with us anymore. Really, she complained about it the whole time, so I figured she would be happier staying with a friend.
This year I honored my word, and she stayed with her friend and her lovely gracious family. And had a blast.
On the contrary, our youngest LOVES camping. She has wanted someone to teach her how to fish since she was 2. She still hadn’t. So this was our opportunity.
We took our Falafel and headed out, for the first time ever, to camp at the coast with just the three of us.
We got there and the wind was intense. It was blowing so hard that we had a lot of trouble setting our tent up. It took us about an hour and we finally had that sucker weighted down with every large rock we could find.
There was a burn ban in effect because of all of the devastating wildfires that are raging throughout our state. That AND the drought which has caused said wildfires. What this meant for us was no campfire. Which was fine. I really didn’t even miss it.
There were a few people that didn’t think this rule applied to them, and they lit one anyway. It really made a difference in air quality! We instantly started to choke and felt the effects of those seemingly small fires. Luckily, they didn’t stay lit for long.
Do you know another downside to a drought? THERE WAS A FISHING BAN TOO. *sigh*
Ironically, that night, our tent got soaked.
Not quite sure if it was rain or spray (most likely the latter since there is a drought). But all of our gear and bedding was soaked. Falafel’s hair was wet since she was sleeping under one of the drips, and her mattress completely deflated.
We had planned (and payed) for camping two nights. The girl still wanted to stay another night. My husband and I did not.
With all of our clothing and bedding wet, one mattress deflated, the other not fully inflated, and having spent a 46 degree night sore and cold, we just simply did not have it in us.
We stayed the day on the beach and ate smoked salmon (which was a first and a highlight for her).
Then headed to Marymere Falls for a hike after being in the car for quite some time.
It was nice to give our 9 year old all of our attention. That doesn’t happen a lot. I also know that our oldest is only going to be in High school 3 more years, so this may become the new norm.
I feel like time is passing so quickly, and even though we really didn’t need to go to yet another place we couldn’t take showers; we did need to.
I do always feel refreshed in some way. Dirty? Yes. Tired? Yes. But definitely renewed in my soul. And the best part was seeing her absolutely ecstatic the entire time.
It was really dry and slippery on the trails and the water levels were noticeably low at the falls.
It was still beautiful but also made me sad to see this area so depleted.
We made dinner at a little picnic site there and got back on the road.
When we arrived home, the well was being fixed.
Our beds never feel as good as when we get home from camping.
My husband found a place (right near our home) that there wasn’t a ban, and finally took her fishing. Now that is ALL she wants to do..and she didn’t even catch a fish.
School is beginning next week. I am so grateful for having taken this time to be out with our soon-to-be Fourth grader in the wilds.
How are you spending the last few days of Summer?