Other than a few California state parks, Pinnacles National Park is the closest big park with a campground, and it has become our go-to park from Menlo Park in the cooler months. (In warmer weather, there's Yosemite, if you can get in, and Pinecrest, in the national forest north of Yosemite; but both are at higher altitudes and doubtlessly covered in snow in December). Anyhow, we wanted to do one more camping trip with grand-daughter Penelope, who will turn eleven next April. It was one of our best with her.
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| Deer at our campsite |
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| And a flock of wild turkeys |
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| Documenting the wildlife |
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| Practice climbing on some of the pinnacles (not us) |
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| P doing some climbing on her own; Grandma looking on |
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Spelunking in the caves; she enjoyed it so much we
went back for a repeat the next day |
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| Trail humor |
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After dinners of hot dogs and then hamburgers (and s'mores),
the third night we dove deep into Vicki's Girl Scout camping
background to create hobo tin-foil packets...boeuf, pommes de
terre, les carottes...with enough salt and catsup, they were
fine, especially washed down, in my case, with a hobo-camp-level
merlot |
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Watching the deer again, on perhaps her last visit to Pinnacles
as a child |
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