On Saturday night we parked the Jucyvan at the home of our friends Dan and Robin and their daughters Brooke and Paige. They welcomed us with open arms, warm cookies, and the puppy slobber of Kaido their new Swiss Mountain Dog. Robin is a fabulous chef and baker. Dan is a hardcore endurance athlete. Our family and theirs have been friends since the 1980s, camping on Catalina Island, in the Anza-Borrego Desert, Baja Mexico, Big Bear, and the mountains of San Diego County.
On one of our most memorable adventures, Dan and I took our daughters and son on a campout to a remote fishing village on the Pacific coast about 75 or 100 miles south of the Mexican border. Arriving after dark without time to survey the geography, Dan pitched their tent on the beach below high tide line. In the middle of the night the rising sea swept into the wigwam and carried out half of their gear, much to the dismay of Brooke and Paige.
To the list of great moments in camping, I can now add two nights roughing it in the driveway of Dan and Robin’s casa, safe from the surf and one with nature.