Of Late

Having now completed our first two days as solo hosts, we are convinced we earn our keep. Being responsive to campers all day, obtaining and selling firewood, telling folks to shut down their noisy generators, and doing the twice daily site checks fill the day. I would be remiss to mention that there is considerable downtime and opportunity for naps, exercise and ocean recreation.

Living outside most of the day makes for deep sleep at night. I especially enjoy the 25 cent, 2.5 minute hot shower in the evening and walking back to the trailer through the barbecue and campfire smoke. Feeling a little feral here, and liking it. Wearing one's cleanest dirty clothing is easy.

I have met a number of interesting characters in the campground. One elderly surfer living in his VW camper van told me that he can no longer surf having undergone transplants on each knee, one of which became infected and still pains him. He now stand up paddles a very long paddleboard, since he cannot kneel. The guy simply steps onto his board at a sandy beach, waits for waves to float him, then paddles like hell. 

Another guy, JR, claims to know former host Jerry D. He said he interviewed Jerry at a local Starbucks for his YouTube channel. JR said he lives in his van and is trying to eke out a living on the internet.

Many people have commented about the Oregon Ducks wind sock prominently
displayed at our campsite. Evidently, campers wearing UCLA Bruin hats do not speak well of the Ducks. It doesn't appear USC supporters visit the campground and display their allegiance.

Got to surf SanO yesterday. Planning on paddling the sup today. Pat bought a 10' sup. We paddled throughout the Dana Point Marina in windy but sunny weather. Then, I surfed small Doheny waves. Hope I don't get sick. Wasn't worth the risk.

I called my beloved Aunt Mary on the occasion of her 84th birthday.

Time to brush my teeth. Don't want to get to feral.