After camping for three days in the pristine beauty of Crystal Cove State Park, moving to San Clemente State Beach is like being thrown into a wolf den. The Park is sadly in need of a bit of TLC, beginning with a bit of weed-whacking. It’s a touch overgrown.
But, listening to our neighbors (we’re camped in a crowded section of primarily tent campers) is a treat. Here’s how it sounds….
Wild panicked high-pitched shrieking…
Authoritative male voice: Nathan, calm down.
Kid voice: How about we sneak up on….
Authorative male voice: No, no, and NO!
LOUD female voice: Anybody lose a shoe out there?
Patient male voice: Avery, he has a cot, you have a cushion – that’s better!
Sound of car leaving…male voice: It’s not she’s like going to the grocery store, Dude. She’s gone…..
Car returns 20 minutes later – chipper female voice: We have baby wipes and hand sanitizer now!
Male voice: Where’s the mosquito spray? ( Author note, there are no mosquitos out there)
Female voice: omg…Did I spray that in your eye!!?
Male voice: I looked it up -there are no mosquitos here. They are crane flies.
Female voice: Avery, get down from there right now! (It’s pitch dark out there). The campground is perched on a steep cliff.
It’s total mayhem here. Gonna be a long weekend.
The shrieking continues….