Some heads from LA drove up.
We slept in tents.
Our campsite was next to a lovely creek.
It was maddeningly beautiful.
A magical forest leading to an amazing beach.
Roscoe and Doza
Gil and Mamba
We found a swing in the woods.
Seth was afraid to swing on it.
But Gilbert wasn't.
The crew.
Last night we watched the moon rise over a clearing full of huge piles of wood.
We were sad to leave.
Well, most of us were.
