“Camping is nature’s way of promoting the motel business. ”
― Dave Barry
There was a time when I enjoyed camping. I’d go all the time. But sometime in the last few years I seem to have aged out of camping. I still love the idea of camping but my body has developed quite a dislike for it and makes me pay dearly when ever I do it. So I don’t go camping anymore. That’s life.
But when I did . . .
Camping at South Carlsbad State Beach feels like checking into a cliff‑top resort where the ocean is your alarm clock, the breeze is your personal stylist, and the only thing standing between you and total relaxation is the eternal mystery of how sand manages to infiltrate every zipper, pocket, and snack bag you brought. The place has a way of making even the simplest moments—like boiling water on a camp stove or watching pelicans glide by—feel like scenes from a low‑budget but extremely heartfelt travel documentary powered entirely by sunscreen and optimism.
