I've been itching to go camping ever since the weather hit above seventy degrees but despite all of my best efforts no camping trips easily materialized, so I took things into my own hands and on this day I threw some clothing and blankets into the van, picked Miguel up from work, and headed out to the KOA in Manchester Beach that we had stumbled upon on our last adventure. My main goal was to put as little stress and planning into the trip, and it actually worked out beautifully.
I am a creature of planning and organizing, but I wanted to recreate the sort of trips my dad and I used to take during the summers of my childhood. We would pack up some clothes, grab the ice chest, and more often than not head up or down Highway 1. As a kid I found some of it a little boring, and I remember my dad's exasperation when we would pull up to somewhere beautiful and I would want to stay in the van reading a book, but as an adult those trips have become one of my fondest summer memories. (Admittedly it still doesn't hold a candle to the weekly August trip I took with my mom's extended family every year until Z was a baby. But that is a trip I cannot as easily try to replicate.)
And, in Miguel's case, it was time to bring out the Jiffy Pop.