It is pretty amazing to live in California and have access to so many state parks and beaches.
Last month we spent a couple nights camping on the coast (and I mean, really, on the coast) in Ventura County, just a few hours away from home. Chad’s brother came out and joined us for a day of hiking and marshmellow roasting (between him, Chad, Christian, and I, we managed to roast every marshmellow in an entire bag…)
We stayed at Thornhill Broome, which does not have shower facilities. The south end of the campground seems to be a popular place for RV’s to pull up. The sites at the far north are best for camping, because the scrub-covered dunes offer some protection from the wind and sun.
Christian and I managed to snag a couple of hot showers once we discovered the shower in the group campground across the street had been left unlocked. The price I paid, though, was having a ranger unlock the door while I was standing there naked with the baby.
Luckily, I managed to scramble behind the door when I heard somebody turning the lock.
Even more luckily, I had had a short conversation with a man who was part of the group coming in for the weekend – so I pretended I was with them. The ranger hastily apologized and left me alone. I never saw his face.
Next time we’ll try to get in at Sycamore Canyon, which is inland, but therefore quieter and more peaceful. There are showers there.