Bugs! Fiberglass sharks!
In the past, it was easy to get a campsite. Brewguy and I would pack ourselves up and head out across the Bay Bridge Friday night, arriving at the island around 3am. Once there we'd sleep in the car until daybreak, hanging on the beach until the campsite lottery at 11am.
Now you can reserve campsites online in advance. We went online in February for July dates. There were no campsites available for more than two nights in a row. This was in February. Fortunately, once we arrived, we found single night spots. Unfortunately, that meant we had to move the campsite every night. Let me tell you, unpacking and packing gets really old fast.
Brewguy's great idea was to simply pick up the tents and walk them to the next campsite. I was somewhat more skeptical, mostly because carrying a large, fully constructed tent across the campground was way too close to the Beverly Hillbillies for my taste. In addition, like most great ideas, this one had a fatal flaw: wind. A fully contructed tent acts as a sail.
We gave up on the tent moving and setting for moving the screen house. Campers are a laid-back lot. Upon observing us hauling the screen house, one remarked "moving day?" Gotta love these folks. I did attempt to knit but after constant interruptions for "Mommy, look over there!" and "Mommy, I'm hungry," and "Ew, horse poop!" I surrendered and started reading 1776 instead.
Things learned at the beach:
- Brewgal needs to reapply her SPF-50 during the day or she will burn in uncomfortable places.
- Food cooked on the campstove tastes much better than at home.
- Live mole crabs are cute but dead, disembowled ones are not.
- Mosquitos piss me off. I mean, really. What is the purpose of mosquitos?
- Our tent is indeed waterproof, thank goodness.
- Seagulls (those flying rat bastards) can do an amazing impression of a small child yelling "HEY!"