It’s Becoming Really Hard to Leave This Place
Three weeks in, here at South Beach campground, and there finally is a little color at sunset and no fog to hide it!
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Next morning, the full moon, absorbing some of the colors of the rising sun, sinks slowly into the fog bank far out to sea.
Jenny and Sam do their morning campsite inspection, checking for rabbits and other nightly intruders.
As I have my morning coffee, I get to watch the early morning beach walkers, as well as eagles flying overhead.
Yes, I am really having difficulty pulling up stakes and leaving the South Beach Campground. Admittedly, this place is not exactly the finest of facilities, we are crammed in here like sardines in a can, there is no dump station, no drinking water available anywhere in the campground, not even a sink in the restrooms where you might be able to get some potable water. And, as usual, there are more than enough uncaring idiots camping and carousing here, perhaps even more than the normal one in ten that you usually encounter in public campgrounds. So, yes, there is a lot of noise and commotion by day, barking dogs, screaming kids ( though that hasn’t been as bad as I feared, the dogs are another story ), motorcycles roaring through, sad, droopy drawered morons, with their deep bass speakers blasting rancid rap music for all of us to “enjoy”, inconsiderate idiots starting up their generators at 6:30 in the morning, other early risers noisily splitting firework 5 feet from their wish-they-were-sleeping neighbors, and the fire nuts, keeping smoky fires going with driftwood they haul up from the beach ( even though there is very obvious signage stating that it is illegal to do so ) despite the fact that their fire ring is only inches away from where their neighbors are trying to sleep. This place does seem like the lawless, wild west at times.
I can tolerate these things, one, because I am an early riser, always up by 5:30 AM so the rude early rising folks out making sleep impossible for their neighbors, don’t get to actually bother me. And, secondly, so as not to have to fight the night time noise, I have adjusted my bedtime hour so I stay up watching TV until 11:00 PM or later. By then, when I lay my head on my pillow under the open bedroom window, all I hear is the sound of crashing waves lulling me to sleep. The pounding surf pretty much cancels out all the other nightly noises that might disturb sleep and I get a great 6 1/2 hours of peaceful, uninterrupted sleep, waking to the same soothing sounds of the waves on the beach.
Having only some berry bushes and then the beach on my curb side, along with my gorgeous ocean view, means that when I have to, I can close up the windows and blinds on my street side, and at least pretend that I have some campsite privacy here. And I do have to rationalize that if all the negative aspects of this place did not exist, then there would probably never be an empty spot to squeeze into here, since then, this place would be all but pure paradise.
So, I kind of plan on leaving Tuesday morning, to continue exploring the coast north of Seattle, with a trip inland a bit to check out the area around Mount Baker. But who knows, I still may change my mind and stay here in this little bit of imperfect paradise.
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