I know you are probably waiting on pins and needles to find out if we actually made it to the M*A*S*H site, but rest assured. We did it! Yeah!! Here is a little bit of advice. When hiking to the site, don’t set your expectations too high for movie memorabilia. Because all you will find is a rusty truck…
After settling into our site for the night at Malibu Creek State Park, we woke up bright and early to prepare for a hike into the hills. Our goal was to visit the M*A*S*H site. Even though we weren’t fans of the show, it was nice to have a final destination. No need to pick a random spot to call the end of the hike. So off we went. To one side, we had some gray clouds. Hmmm.
And to the other side, we had some white clouds and blue sky. Not too shabby.
After finally getting the upper hand on our unlevel site at Malibu Creek State Park, we got to sit back and enjoy the beautiful view from our Airstream… for a few minutes at least.
When you have a toddler, you don’t have hours and hours of nothing to do. Because there is always something to do. Like exploring the campground. So, if Ava sits still and “relaxes” for few minutes, we soak it in… fast!
Before our last mini trip to Malibu Creek State Park, a lot of people warned us of how scary the road was to get there. We had a flashback to our first little trip to Lake Isabella. Narrow, windy mountain roads with rock overhangs on one side and a cliff down to oblivion on the other.
Well, that nightmare did not materialize. In fact, the trip there was as uneventful as one could imagine. A short drive up the 101 where most of the way was a 6-lane freeway with just the last 5 miles or so a straight 2 lane highway. I think the fact that we did not come from the ocean side of Malibu was the difference. Las Virgenes Road goes all the way through to PCH (Pacific Coast Highway, AKA California Highway 1) and it dumps you off right next to Pepperdine University. I am guessing driving a big RV thru the road to there would not be too pleasant.
Having been house bound for months since our last trip in February to Newport Dunes for the FOTR rally, we were antsy to get out and do some camping in ‘The Mish’. We rallied up some friends and family during the week and got a group of us to hit up a local campground. Lake Piru.
Lake Piru is located in Ventura County, California, in the Los Padres National Forest next to the Sespe Condor Sanctuary. They have camp sites ranging from a primitive tent site to full hookup sites. Electric only sites cost $31 a night during the peak season with tent sites at $27 while a full-hookup site costs $42 a night but only 5 of them are available per the map.
Boy oh boy! When we are on the road for an extended trip, I blog my little heart out every single day. No excuses. But when we take a little weekend trip down the street, it takes me over a month to finish a post! Shame on me. Shame. Shame. Soooo here it is. The long overdue and last post of our FOTR West Coast Rally trip at Newport Dunes.
Our morning began with a bit of a surprise. Wha-what?!?! We didn’t get to enjoy activities at everyone’s sites today? We had to host one ourselves!! US!!! AHHHHH!!!!! So here we are at IHOP. Bright and early. Waiting for Target to open.
Me… still in shock.
Ava… enjoying the hell out of her pancakes.
Hello there. Day #2 of the Families on the Road (FOTR) West Coast Rally was our first full day at the Newport Dunes RV Resort down in Newport Beach, California. Here we are ‘camping’ in a fancy RV Resort with the Back Bay as our front yard. It’s rough life, I tell ya!
Last week, we packed up the Airstream and headed south again. This time it was for our very first official rally. We joined the Families on the Road (FOTR) West Coast Rally which was held at the Newport Dunes RV Resort down in Newport Beach, California. Usually we travel by ourselves, but for the past two trips we’ve taken, we’ve traveled in groups. Last month we camped with a group of Airstreams in Malibu and this time we camped with a group of families in Orange County.
Don’t worry about the picture below. Ava sits in a car seat. All the time. No exceptions. I am sort of the seat belt police whenever we drive anywhere. I have a thing for following the law. Dan makes enough fun of me for being a rule follower so I don’t need any more comments from the peanut gallery. Plus, if you don’t wear your seat belt and you get in an accident, you are not only hurting yourself but the others around you too… and that’s selfish. Sorry, I think I was just possessed by McGruff the Crime Dog. Back to the story.
Hmmm. I bet you are wondering how we did without any hook-ups last weekend at Thornhill Broome State Beach, huh? Well, we did just fine! I’m still alive and blogging, ain’t I? We tried our best to be Mr. and Mrs. Conservative on this two-night trip. Water Water-wise, we did Read more…