We took a quick little camping trip this week, down the coast to Memorial Park. Photo ops abounded, but in the darkness of the redwoods I always had to choose between flash and blurry. In any case, here's the story told in photos:I love giant redwoods. It makes me sad to think about how many of them get made into fences. Look how teeny we look in our campsite:
Trails run all through the park, and we strolled around, looking up at the trees, and down at the banana slugs.
Last year, we camped with friends who observed the tradition of letting their kids pick out whatever junky cereal they wanted as a special camping treat. Clara and Trevor have been looking forward to cereal shopping all year....
And, while we're on the subject of camp food, we naturally need to pay homage to that campiest of all treats– the s'more.
It was chilly, but we were cozy.
We headed to the beach for a day, where dunes and driftwood kept us entertained. The place was empty except for us, and I stared out at that endless ocean, so very grateful that there is not a tarball in sight. My heart breaks when I think about the Gulf of Mexico.
The fuzzy little blond guy is Trevi's doll, Kevin, and he was as much a part of this camping trip as the rest of us.
Memorial Park is a cool camping spot for another reason– Chad and I got married in the park's amphitheater almost 12 years ago. We staged an impromptu re-enactment, with the kids serving as our bridal party.
Just look at those amazing trees. They really give you a sense of the greatness of the world.
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