This past Saturday and Sunday we went for our annual family camping trip to San Clemente State Park. Several cousins + family get together for a big free-for-all on the beach, a potluck dinner in the evening, and a nice campfire.
The weather cooperates surprisingly often. This year the week-end was sandwiched between rainy days, and we didn’t get wet, except for a cold shower down my back when the wind got under an awning.
The campground is beautifully situated on the bluffs. The cliffs are nicely sculpted and make a beautiful background for the beach. From the campground a paved path takes you to the beach. Halfway down there’s a bench, and some people never get farther than that, the view is so gorgeous.
The train tracks are right along the beach here and Amtrak trains come by every once in a while. People just walk along or over the tracks and it’s allowed, or at least nobody tells you not to. This always seems amazing to me. Growing up in Holland I’m used to Dutch railways which are extremely dangerous with frequent, high speed trains. I would never dream of walking on the track there, or even crossing it at any other point than an official crossing. I suppose because of that one of my guilty pleasures is pausing on the railroad tracks to take a picture. So call me crazy.
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