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| Gualala camping |
| 07.26.04 (10:31 pm) [edit] |
The weekend of July 16-18th I went camping in Gualala, CA. It was hard organizing it. Luckily, I did not have to do most of the planning. But it was still hard to get my group together. We had a lot of cancellations. My last minute addition was a good one though.
Once we got to Gualala, everything was great. Set up camp, had dinner, drank a lil bit, went to bed, all good. Next morning, I woke up early, around 7:30am. Decided to give into the pull to the beach since it was only a mile away according to the trail sign. Well it was definitely farther than a mile, but it was worth the trek. I hadn't bothered anyone else, assuming they were all sleeping. I hardly saw anyone out walking that early. I had the beach to myself. It was relaxing to just sit there for half an hour by myself. I planned to come back Sunday morning and walk the beach. I sat and enjoyed the view, sounds of the waves coming in. Finally, I got up and started to head back before I thought I should check the temp of the water. So I went back and stood at the edge of where the waves were coming in. I debated standing there or going the 5 ft to were the waves were lapping. Next wave was a big one that soaked my shoes and socks and up my pant leg. It had been warm in the sun, but the water was down right cold. I had to laugh at myself, for tempting the waves to get me. On the walk back, I saw a snake on the side of the trail. But otherwise it was uneventful in a glorious way.
Back at camp, the girls were starting to stir. 45 mins later, from the trail behind me came my friends! They had realized I'd gone to the beach and had attempted to catch up with me. I'm not sure how we missed one another. They had looked up and down the beach for me too! But I never stirred from my log. They took off into town for "real breakfast." I stayed with the other girls and got ready to go kayaking for the first time.
I was nervous abt kayaking. I love the water, but I've never been all that coordinated or had good balance. In spite of that, it was easy to get the hang of kayaking. I screwed up my oaring a few times and ran into branches and bushes, but it was fine. The only time I tipped over was when I was trying to get back into the kayak after fording it for a long spell. I hadn't realized I was in deeper water until I couldn't step my 2nd foot into the boat. I had the kayak 90 degrees to the water, before I gave up and just sat down in the water. Dana only noticed then and she thought it was funny. It was, but I didn't fall out! I hadn't even gotten back into the water yet. The trip back was pleasant, though I oared the majority of the time, so that I'd make it back by 5pm. I was sore the next day across my shoulders. And I was dead that evening, but it was the good kind of exertion, with a sense of accomplishment. I can't wait to go again! Maybe a couple more times this summer, if I'm lucky.
Sat night- pot luck dinner surrounded by 10 queer women and 3 dogs. lost campers. kessler's whiskey chug by chug. admitting past crush to deflect another. emotional outpour by the bathrooms, how conveneint.
Sunday- woke up by women discussing sunburns, feel obliged to offer aloe vera. notice friends awake so crawl out of tent. smores for breakfast. suggestive stuffed banana, football, sickening overcast drive back, cafe, 10 hours of sleep
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