|View From Our Campsite|
The campground was spectacular, with large, open campsites, flush toilets and hot showers ($0.25 for two surprisingly luxurious minutes). We, of course, brought our twelve-man tent - so big because it has to hold two blow up mattresses (one queen-size, one single), a chair, a pack-n-play, the dog's bed, as well as all of our other stuff. We used to be the only ones with such a huge tent, but now everybody pulls up in their station wagon/SUV and spends two hours setting up their enormous (or multiple) tents, camp stoves, camp chairs, ice chests, games, hammocks, and all the other essentials required for their one night camping trip.
|Mc Mansion Tent - Exterior|
|Mc Mansion Tent - Interior (Picture Taken from Our Queen-Size Air Mattress)|
And then there was the beach - a white horseshoe of sand rimming a protected bay - as warm and windless as it ever gets here in Northern California. Many adults, as well as kids, jumped into the water to experience the rush. Holes were dug, crabs were caught, and waves were jumped until, blue and shivering, the kids were wrapped up in sun-warmed towels and carted up the hill to the aforementioned showers.
The rest of the experience is what you would expect, grilling sausages for pot-luck dinners, roasting marshmallows for s'mores (only one person suffered from impalement by marshmallow skewer), making small talk by the campfire, and laughing over a few beers.
My entire family went to bed at the same time. It was late for the kids, early for us. Despite not having gotten to work out, I was tired from a day spent packing, unpacking, carrying and chasing. It felt good to lay there on my air mattress, cozy in my sleeping bag, and be lulled to sleep by the rhythm of my family's breathing and the crash of the ocean waves.
The Sunday morning bonus was the mom's run. About 15 moms (and my dog) managed to shake loose their tethers for one glorious hour and run together along the ocean front. We started in a pack, then lengthened out into a few small groups that morphed as the minutes went by. The conversation flowed easily as we discussed family, work, life, and running. As we cruised along, we celebrated each other for both our small and our big victories, for making it through the day and for managing larger life transitions. We came back to our families, refreshed, happy and eager to pitch in to dismantle the ornate campsites that we had set up less than 24 hours before.
|Mamas on The Run|
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