A: When you absolutely, positively have to be out-of-touch overnight. When you're willing to suffer through a deserted, untouched, sandy beach and sunrises over the ocean. When the sound of surf (and nothing else) can be tolerated all night.
Q: When is it okay to boondock at Malaquite Campground?
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| Then I sez ... hehehe ... then I sez ... SNORT haw! ... then I sez ... This is the GULL'S room! |
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| In the fog we called this Briga-Dune. |
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| You know what I always say about pelicans. |
Still, I couldn't help but feel that the ocean was sending us warnings:
Our friend, Leslie, drove all the way from Bryan (six hours away!) to spend a few nights with us and help us welcome in the New Year. None of us saw the new year arrive, but we definitely felt the change this morning. Thanks, Leslie - it was great to see you! And, thanks, Gary! who soldiered through New Year's Eve without his wife to smooch at midnight.
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| Annie, Leslie, and satanic photobomber. This must be what the warnings were about. |
Cupcakes are a thing! Did you know?
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| The CupCake Shoppe has a cupcake van! This is what they look like on the way out of town. |
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| This is what they look like on the way back into camp. |
Find The CupCake Shoppe
on Facebook, or at their website. I'm not linking because they have instant music.
