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When we asked her what she wanted, she didn’t hesitate: SeaWorld in San Diego. So at sunrise on a Friday in February, we packed up the troops and hit the road.

Empty Park = Unlimited Chaos

We arrived early and—shockingly—there was barely a crowd. On a Friday. In San Diego. We were thrilled. This meant unlimited rides until our children either passed out or we did.

After paying a modest $37 for parking (because apparently the car also needed a theme park experience), we grabbed our $59 tickets and walked in feeling victorious.

Little did we know… the real adventure was just beginning.

The Shark Spa We Didn’t Ask For

Right near the entrance was what I can only describe as a “marine manicure station.” A small pool where visitors could dip their hands in and tiny sharks called Epaulette Sharks would gently nibble off dead skin cells.

Yes. Sharks.
Eating.
Your skin.

Naturally, my family loved it.

It felt like a bubbly underwater massage. They couldn’t get enough. Some brave souls attempted to sneak their feet in, but staff shut that down immediately. Apparently hands are acceptable. Feet are where we draw the line.

And honestly? Good call. Can you imagine dozens of people dangling their feet in there? No one would ever leave.

The Case of the Missing Rides

We marched toward the rides… only to discover many were closed.

We finally pried ourselves away after 30 minutes of “just one more dip.”

Water rides? Closed.
Maintenance? Closed.
Winter policy? Also closed.

The explanation: “People don’t like getting wet in winter.”

Have they met children? Mine swam in the Pacific the next day. In February. They fear nothing.

The Roller Coaster Olympics

First up: Electric Eel.

It twists. It flips. It launches you vertically like you’ve made poor life choices.

My wife? Thrilled.
My kids? Ecstatic.
Me? Holding everyone’s bags like a responsible citizen.

They rode it eight times. Eight. I became the official backpack security officer.

Next: Arctic Rescue.

I firmly announced I would not be participating. Naturally, they insisted I would “love it.”

I agreed. Big mistake.

We waited. And waited. Then came the announcement: mechanical issue. Two riders were stuck in their seats. At that point, I felt my original decision not to ride had been validated by the universe.

My kids, however, rode it five times later and declared it “the best one.”

Then came the final boss level: Emperor.

This coaster climbs to the sky and drops you straight down like gravity suddenly remembered its job. Upside down. Vertical. Regret included.

I didn’t want to do it. My wife insisted. It was my daughter’s birthday. I boarded.

Let’s just say the coffee I had earlier reintroduced itself mid-loop. I briefly tasted what I can only describe as “recycled espresso.”

Parenting is sacrifice.

Orcas, Fish, and Front-Row Showers

We watched the famous orca show and saw the incredible killer whales up close. A family of three orcas performed synchronized jumps, splashes, and acrobatics.

Each jump earned them a massive fish reward—straight into the mouth. No chewing. Just wholesale seafood delivery.

They splashed the audience repeatedly. The crowd screamed. The whales looked pleased with themselves.

It was impressive, educational, and mildly damp.

The Real Stars: Sea Lions

Then we saw the sea lion show.

Game over.

These sea lions had comedic timing better than most late-night hosts. They acted like dramatic theater kids who happened to love fish. They nailed every cue, every joke, every move.

And the bonus entertainment? Seagulls trying to steal their fish mid-performance.

The seagulls were not hired talent, but honestly, they deserved a contract.

Dolphins and Teenage Energy

By 1 p.m., the park had filled up—but still manageable. We wandered over to see dolphins up close. Their formal show was temporarily closed, but trainers were working with them.

Jumps. Kisses. Splashes. Audience members unexpectedly baptized.

The dolphins looked like they were ready for Broadway and slightly annoyed about their “temporary intermission.”

Birthday Victory Lap

By 6 p.m., the park was closing. The kids demanded one final coaster sprint. They ran off with pure teenage energy while we walked at the pace of exhausted adults questioning every life decision that involved inversion loops.

Thirty minutes later, they returned glowing with happiness.

And that’s what mattered.

My daughter turned 13 at SeaWorld—surrounded by sharks nibbling her hands, dolphins splashing strangers, sea lions stealing the show, and roller coasters trying to rearrange my internal organs.

Would I do the Emperor again?

Absolutely not.

Would I do the birthday again?

In a heartbeat.

Up Southern California’s Mount Wilson: A thrilling Hike with Epic Views

01/01/2026

Richard Fleck

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We headed up a winding road with multiple switchbacks high above Burbank toward Mount Wilson and its observatories. All along the way we stared in wonder across the valleys at the heavily eroded and dark forested foothills with deep declivities making me feel as though we were down in the Andes mountains of South America. The higher we got the more we could see the distant higher peaks of the San Gabriel Mountains including Mount Baldy rising over 10,000 feet which brought back memories of having climbed to its summit over 65 years ago to have a marvelous view of distant downtown Los Angeles.

Up here on the slopes of Mount Wilson, we watched squawking ravens circle above in the indigo blue skies. We soon arrived at the parking areas for the observatories (closed for this day), the original one built in 1904, and the high solar observatory built in 1917.

In each of these, early astronomers discovered that our solar system was not a galactic center of the universe with its vast array of countless millions of galaxies and that our sun was covered with dark and very magnetic sunspots. My wife Maura and daughter Michelle husband Rob and I all hopped out of the car to take a ridge line trail through a rich array of sugar pines (with its gigantic cones), Douglas firs, red cedars, and scores of canyon oaks constantly shedding hundreds of acorns that covered the ground in-between penstemon shrubs, sharp-pointed yucca and palo Verde bushes.

Maura, my wife, stopped to pick up one of the acorns to taste it finding its flavor to be more than just edible. I remember when I had climbed Halla San on Cheju Island off the South Korean coast years ago amid a grove of oak trees to read a sign about an ancient Korean legend. A princess of ancient times sat under an oak tree at the base of Halla San during a severe famine on her island. When she casually picked up an acorn and tasted it, she suddenly realized that acorns surely could help end the famine.

As we ambled past a tall sugar pine, we suddenly saw a woodpecker scampering up the trunk and pecking for insects here and there. Rob noticed some acorns had been stuffed into some of the woodpecker holes by squirrels for future feeding. Here was an excellent great example of a symbiotic relationship between squirrels and woodpeckers!

We moved on to an overlook with magnificent views of higher snowcapped peaks as several western bluebirds fluttered from tree to tree on the edge of rocky cliffs. Far below we could see the blackened trees of a forest fire several years ago. After an altogether invigorating experience atop Mount Wilson, we descended to the valleys below to have a nice, tasty Mexican dinner in the village of Tujunga where we shared our thoughts of the day.

The Haunted Heart of Palm Springs

10/31/2025

Marc. J

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A Ghost Tour with Lorenzo

Palm Springs by day is all light—sun, palms, and mid-century charm. But by night, the desert tells different stories. Shadows lengthen, the warm breeze grows still, and the city’s hidden past begins to whisper. That’s when Lorenzo appears.

Our ghostly guide, Lorenzo, looked as if he had stepped straight out of another time—dressed in vintage style, pale and poised, with a mischievous smile that hinted he might be half spirit himself. “Ready to meet the other side of Palm Springs?” he asked. We were.

The Triada Hotel: Lights That Listen

The tour began at the Triada Hotel, the first haunted stop and a glittering relic of Hollywood’s golden age. Once the playground of Clark Gable, Marilyn Monroe, Howard Hughes, and Hugh Hefner, the hotel now holds more than just memories.

Lorenzo told us about Room 309, where guests report voices, flickering lights, and objects that refuse to stay put. A recent visitor, terrified, fled in the middle of the night and refused his $400 refund, claiming “something” was messing with him.

As Lorenzo spoke, the hallway lights began to flicker—once, twice, then continuously for nearly five minutes. The moment we stepped away, they stopped. Our EMF reader glowed red-hot. Coincidence? Maybe. But it didn’t feel like one. Lorenzo added that Room 312 has its own restless spirit—an unseen hand that tugs the covers at night.

He smiled faintly. “Some say Marilyn and Hughes never truly checked out.”

Al Capone’s Desert Hideaway

Next came the Palm Springs Inn, once home to Al Capone himself. Lorenzo called it the “party hotel,” though tonight its mood was far from festive. He described guests hearing phantom footsteps in the hall and a piano playing in an empty lounge.

The night was warm, but the air inside felt colder—heavy, like someone else was breathing beside you.

The Friendlys’ Triple Homicide of 1978

We crossed into a quiet park where Lorenzo’s tone darkened. He spoke of a triple murder in 1978—a husband, wife, and maid slain in their home. The wife was shot in the back, the husband in the face, the maid execution-style.

For years, no one dared to buy the house. When a couple finally did, strange things began to happen. Pistols appeared fully loaded on the husband’s desk. One night, he saw a goat-like figure emerge from the pantry, tapping a gun three times before vanishing.

“Whatever haunts that house,” Lorenzo said, “still wants to be remembered.”

The Woman in the Window

At Francis Stevens Park, where the new art center stands, locals report a woman’s shadow pacing the second-floor windows. The story goes that the staff, tired of the rumors, painted the windows from the inside—so the public would no longer see her walking.

Still, on certain nights, people swear they see her silhouette move beneath the paint.

The Thompson Hotel’s Boy in the Hall

At the sleek Thompson Hotel, Lorenzo told us about a mother and daughter who stayed there not long ago. The mother awoke to see the shadow of a small boy in the doorway—a boy who once died on that very spot. Since then, guests report lights flickering, phones ringing with no one on the line, and soft laughter in empty corridors.

Ghosts of the Gas Station

A few blocks away, an old gas station sat dark and forgotten. Lorenzo said it was once a haven for addicts who met tragic ends. Their spirits, he claimed, still linger—laughing, mocking, knocking over postcards, as if playing with the living. Even from across the street, the place felt wrong—too still, too aware.

The Haunted Toy Shop

Our next stop was the old toy store, one I remembered visiting years ago. The owner had collected haunted toys from local children, including a doll that begged to talk to its mother. Terrified, he marked it not for sale.

But one Christmas Eve, a desperate father offered $100 for it. Despite the owner’s warnings, he sold it. The man and his daughter were never seen in town again.

The Legend of Tahquitz

No Palm Springs ghost tour would be complete without the Legend of Tahquitz—the ancient shaman who once protected the Cahuilla people before turning evil. Consumed by darkness, he began stealing souls. The tribe’s chief finally defeated him on Mount San Jacinto, dragging his head down the slopes.

Lorenzo’s eyes glimmered. “They say he still lives up there, in the wind. If you feel the air stop—don’t move.”

Liberace’s Star

Next, we stopped by Liberace’s star, glittering faintly under the streetlights. Lorenzo told us that the flamboyant entertainer still visits his star at night, playing a ghostly piano tune when someone poses for a photo. Some people have captured his shimmering figure beside them in the shot.

Cornelia White’s House & The Lady in Red

At the Cornelia White House, our EMF meter went wild—turning bright red the instant Lorenzo knocked on a window.

He then told us about The Lady in Red—though she’s said to wear green. Covered in blood, she once appeared to a couple celebrating their 50th anniversary, whispering, “Leave and never come back.” They checked out before dawn.

The Wolf in the Painting

Our final stop was the Palm Springs Art Museum. Lorenzo’s last story was his most chilling.

An unsigned painting had mysteriously appeared—depicting Mount San Jacinto, a teepee, and a wolf. The curator refused to hang it, but his assistant secretly did. That night, the assistant noticed the wolf had disappeared from the painting. Then came a growl. Two glowing eyes emerged from the dark, watching him. The wolf stared for a long moment before leaping back into the canvas.

The assistant quit the next day.

Lorenzo smiled as the tour ended. “Palm Springs,” he said softly, “isn’t just sunshine and stars. It’s a desert full of stories—and some of them still breathe.”

We left the night air humming with whispers, a little colder, a little more alive than before.

Exciting Wildwood Canyon in Yucaipa

06/29/2024

Marc. J

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Escaping the Palm Springs heat was like escaping a hot potato, so we bolted for Yucaipa’s Wildwood Canyon, a mere 30-mile sprint away. Our hopes for cooler weather were met with a blissful drop from 90-degree oven temps to a refreshing 60-degree chill, leaving us scratching our heads over the right attire for this impromptu adventure. But hey, who needs fashion when you’ve got nature, right?

Beginning

Upon arrival at the parking lot (which, by the way, was easier to spot than a cactus in the desert), we encountered a local legend—a veteran citizen who’d been dwelling in these parts for over two decades. He graciously bestowed upon us the sacred wisdom of the area, guiding us towards trails less traveled and vistas more spectacular.

Our chosen path? The Water trail, promising a 3-mile round trip that seemed like child’s play compared to the scorching inferno we had just escaped. Sneaking past the closed gate like rebellious explorers, we ventured forth onto the dusty trail, flanked by towering trees and eager shrubs vying for their moment in the sun.

As we trekked onward, we stumbled upon what we initially mistook for a quaint village or a bustling farm. Alas, our hopes were dashed as we drew nearer, realizing these were the remnants of a bygone era—abandoned homesteads and rusted relics of a time when this land teemed with life. Cue the spooky vibes and my wife’s inevitable inquiry about the ghostly inhabitants lurking in the shadows. (Note to self: pack extra ghost repellent next time.)

Abandoned Area

Undeterred by the eerie ambiance, we pressed on, passing by rusted fences and decrepit machinery that looked like it would crumble at the slightest touch. Crossing a gate-like structure (or was it a portal to another dimension?), we ascended the hill, gazing out over the majestic canyon below, where critters of all shapes and sizes frolicked in nature’s playground.

At the summit, we were greeted by living, breathing homes with barking dogs and frolicking horses, a stark contrast to the desolate relics below. After a brief respite to soak in the scenery (and catch our breath), we began our descent—a gravity-fueled joyride down the hillside, where the only thing keeping us from hurtling headlong into the abyss was sheer willpower and some seriously grippy shoes.

All in all, Wildwood Canyon proved to be a hidden gem—a sanctuary of serenity amidst the chaos of civilization. As we bid adieu to this oasis of tranquility, we vowed to return, armed with bug spray for the poison ivy and a healthy respect for the park’s resident ghosts. After all, who knows what other mysteries await in the heart of Yucaipa’s wilderness?

A Stroll on the Wild Side: San Timoteo Nature Sanctuary

05/23/2024

Marc. J

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Getting to the Redlands’ San Timoteo Sanctuary from Palm Springs was a pleasant 40-minute drive, offering a welcome escape from the sweltering desert heat. Upon arriving at the parking lot, which was easy to find, we were a bit concerned by the numerous shattered glass fragments scattered along the length of the lot. Despite this initial worry, we were eager to explore the sanctuary and chose from the various hiking options available.

Cocomaricopa Trail

We settled on the Cocomaricopa Trail, a 2.3-mile easy trail that winds through the flatland along the creek. The trail, which starts at the sanctuary’s entrance, is adorned with beautiful orange poppy flowers that beckon hikers forward. Shared by horses, hikers, and bikers, the trail offers a bike bell at the beginning for bikers to use and return at the end, a thoughtful gesture that helps hikers enjoy the hike without constantly worrying about oncoming cyclists. Along the way, we encountered several bikers who courteously let us know about the shared nature of the trail.

As we meandered through the rolling hills, we couldn’t help but notice the large, impressive homes with their spectacular views, making us a bit envious. The dirt path was easy to traverse, lined with lush green trees and inviting shrubs adorned with beautiful yellow flowers basking in the soft sunlight. The trail was also home to numerous lizards sunbathing in the larger holes along the path. We couldn’t help but notice the abundance of bird droppings and animal feces, sparking a lively debate among us about whether they belonged to a mountain lion, rabbit, or lynx, which kept us entertained and distracted from the distance we were covering.

The Creek

About 30 minutes into the hike, we reached the creek, a small, muddy flow that ran alongside the trail, its soothing sound providing a peaceful backdrop to our hike. We also caught sight of the Carriage Trail winding through the hills, making a mental note to explore it on our next visit, as it resembled a slithering snake through the landscape.

Further along, about a mile into the hike, we encountered a large open space with a noticeable crack in the ground, as if it had been eroded or experienced an earthquake. Our kids had a blast jumping back and forth over it, adding a bit of fun to our hike. Nearby, the creek widened into a wide flood control area with a small stream running through it, showing signs of wear and tear. “It has seen better days,” my wife remarked, but we continued along the path until we reached a wooded area with tall trees providing much-needed shade.

Past the wooded area, we came to a clear path that led us to a pond, marking the end of the 2.3-mile one-way trail. But the adventure wasn’t over yet—we still had to hike all the way back to the car. We started the return journey, stopping for a water break and letting the kids enjoy the pond, where they searched for fish and watched the birds.

The Pond

The pond, while not as impressive as we had imagined, was a satisfying sight, indicating to me that it was time for my wife to turn around. When she’s determined to finish a trail, it’s hard to convince her to turn back. We retraced our steps, this time facing an uphill hike, which surprisingly wasn’t as challenging as we had anticipated. By the time we reached the car after the roughly 5-mile hike.

As we bid farewell to the sanctuary, a wave of relief washed over us—our car, miraculously unscathed amidst the broken glass saga, awaited our return. And so, with memories made and muscles weary, we departed, leaving behind the sanctuary’s embrace but carrying its spirit within us. Until next time, San Timoteo, until next time.

Indio Hills Badlands Loop Trail: A Sand-sational Adventure!

04/30/2024

Marc. J

CA, Travel Info|Tips, USA

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At the Trailhead

We were told that the Badlands trail in Indio is a must-do hike, offering impressive views of the surrounding mountains. We love hiking, so this morning, we decided to take the family on a 5.5-mile trek with an elevation gain of about 800 feet in the Indio hills.

Arriving at the trailhead, the weather was perfect—cool with a refreshing breeze, ideal for our adventure. We set off along the white sandy trail, knowing we were about to enter the mountains. The hike started slowly due to the deep sand, making walking a bit of a workout for our ankles!

After about 30 minutes, we began to enter the hills, navigating narrow paths that wound through the terrain. Some areas were so narrow we had to squeeze through. The climb to the top of the hills was challenging, even though the trail was marked as moderate.

The hills were a sight to behold, with eroded sandstones creating cave-like structures and holes in the mountains, giving them an almost eerie appearance. It felt like the mountains were watching us, especially when I knocked on the rocks and heard the hollow sound of the sandstone!

So, what makes these hills ‘badlands‘? Badlands are arid landscapes where softer sedimentary rocks have been extensively eroded by wind and water. This erosion creates steep slopes, minimal vegetation, and a rugged, often barren appearance. The rapid erosion rates in badlands areas result in constantly changing landscapes, with new formations and features constantly being shaped by the forces of nature. All these factors combine to create the unique and striking topography of the Indio Hills.

Luckily, the trail was well-marked, so we couldn’t get lost even if we tried. Some parts of the trail were slippery and rugged, but with a little help, anyone could overcome the challenges. Although there was no shade along the trail, once we reached the canyon, there was plenty of shade to relax and rest.

Almost Halfway Through

Thankfully, none of us ended up on our asses, although it was a slippery trail! About 3 miles into the hike, the path led us to the top of the hill, offering breathtaking views of the valley below. The desert landscape looked surreal, with light brown sandy dirt mixed with green shrubs trying to survive in the harsh climate.

Along the way, we spotted a variety of wildlife, including lizards of all kinds, hawks searching for prey, squirrels, and plenty of insects—a nature lover’s paradise! The shrubs were green and filled with purple flowers, adding a splash of color to the landscape.

Walking along the top of the hills was intimidating, with its narrow, windy, and slippery paths. We had to navigate carefully to avoid any falls. Once we descended from the top, the trail led us down to the bottom of the mountain, which then turned into a canyon. We walked through the canyon for another 30 minutes before emerging from the other side of the trail.

Finally, All Done!!!

The trail was like a lollipop—you start and end at the same point, with a loop in between. Once we were back at the car, the kids were exhausted and hungry, eager for some food before heading home.

Three of The Most Scenic Spots Along America’s West Coast

03/04/2024

Marc. J

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There are so many different things to see in America – you can go from forest to desert, from busy urban metropolises to quaint seaside towns. Every city has its own identity and character, and each state has its own traditions that mean that every stop of your journey brings new adventures. It’s one of the reasons that so many people opt for a high-mileage road trip when they go stateside – it’s arguably the best way to see as much as you can in a short time.

If you prefer to take your vacations at a slower pace, then simply pick one spot and luxuriate in exploring without one eye on the clock. There’s no rush – you’ll find plenty of delights to keep you occupied.

But with so much to see, where should you go first?

Big Sur

Perhaps one of the most dramatic sections of coastline in America, the raw beauty of Big Sur should definitely be on your must-visit list. The unparalleled natural scenery is perfect for anyone craving sweeping sea views, and local restrictions mean that there are no high-rises or billboards to get in the way of the landscape.

The best way to see Big Sur is by car; the section of Highway 1 that cuts through this region places you perfectly so that everywhere you look is beautiful. Alternatively, explore the area on foot. As well as the unparalleled beach views, you’ll get to enjoy the majestic redwood forests and rivers.

Yosemite National Park

With over 423 national park sites in the USA, a visit to the world-renowned Yosemite National Park is a must-do on any trip to the west coast. 1,200 square miles of nature means that there will be plenty for you to enjoy, whether that’s staring up at the vast monolith of El Capitan or focusing on the smallest of plants.

Most people will do a day trip to Yosemite. However, if you’re the adventurous type, you can truly be at one with the natural scenery and camp in the park with the relevant reservation. Some of the campsites in the park operate on a lottery system, whilst others allow limited reservations a couple of weeks in advance. If you can get a campsite, this is a truly once-in-a-lifetime experience.

San Francisco

Whilst you might typically think that scenic = nature, there are plenty of city spots in America that are worthy of a place on the list. The bright lights and hilly nature of San Francisco make it an eye-catching location for any visitor, and the foodie scene will make you wish you could stay just a little bit longer.

Dishes and drinks to look for include sourdough, mission burrito, ice cream, seafood, dim sum, martinis and espressos, amongst plenty more. Don’t worry – there’s lots to see as well, meaning you can work up an appetite for your next meal whilst taking in the scenes of the city. Or if you really can’t face the walk, then hop on one of the iconic cable cars to get you around.

Explore the west coast

There are so many places to see on the west coast that you could easily return again and again. Make sure you leave enough time to properly experience your surroundings and take in everything this area of America has to offer.

Surviving a Soaked Day at Knott’s Berry Farm: A Wet and Wild Adventure

02/11/2024

Marc. J

CA, Travel Info|Tips, USA

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On the Road

So, picture this: It’s my daughter’s 11th birthday, and we’re all geared up for a fabulous trip from Palm Springs to New Port Beach. But oh no, Mother Nature decided to throw a tantrum in the form of a Pineapple Express, drenching California in a deluge. We debated canceling the trip more times than I can count, but we’re a resilient bunch, so we soldiered on.

Despite the downpour, we made the best of it, strolling along a rainy Balboa Island, checking out museums, and having the beach all to ourselves. It was like a scene out of a romantic movie, minus the soggy socks.

Next Day

Fast forward to the next day, and we’re making a splash—literally—as we drive through heavy rain to Buena Park for Knott’s Berry Farm. Miraculously, our hotel had a room ready at the ungodly hour of 9:30 am. We were over the moon, though there wasn’t much else to do in the downpour except twiddle our thumbs and hope the park would open soon.

At The Park

And open it did! The rain finally took a breather, the sun peeked out, and we practically had the park to ourselves. We kicked off our adventure with all the thrill-seeking roller coasters, like the Silver Bullet. We rode it multiple times, much to the confusion of the staff, who probably thought we’d lost our minds (and our wristbands). Who needs FastTrack when you’re the only ones on the ride, right?

While my family braved rides like the Supreme Scream (which left my wife feeling like her lunch was about to make a reappearance), I opted to be the designated bag holder. Hey, someone’s gotta document the bravery, right? Plus, my back wasn’t too keen on the idea of being flung around like a ragdoll.

The day was a blur of adrenaline-fueled coasters, each one more stomach-churning than the last. My wife managed to lose her glasses on one ride, rendering her virtually blind for the rest of the day. But hey, at least she looked like a rockstar with those dark sunglasses in the gloomy weather.

And let’s not forget about the Hangtime coaster, where my wife bid farewell to one of her earrings mid-loop-de-loop. We laughed it off, though she did spend the rest of the day looking a tad lopsided.

As for the food prices—well, let’s just say we considered taking out a second mortgage for a slice of pizza. But hunger knows no budget, so we begrudgingly indulged in some overpriced snacks to keep the hangry monsters at bay.

At the End of the Day

Despite the empty park and chilly weather, we made the most of our day, from snapping photos with the Peanuts gang to marveling at the Calico Mine Ride’s animatronic miners (seriously, those guys deserve an Oscar).

After a day packed with thrills, spills, and overpriced snacks, we piled back into the car, soggy but satisfied. As we drove home, we couldn’t stop talking about the wild adventure we’d just survived—and already started planning our next rainy day escapade at Knott’s. Who says a little rain can’t make for an unforgettable birthday bash?

An Outrageously Wild ride on the Mount San Jacinto Aerial Tramway!

11/29/2023

Marc. J

CA, Travel Info|Tips, USA

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So, there we were, our intrepid bunch of adventurers, including our slightly eccentric grandparents who had traveled all the way from Denver to Palm Springs for a grand escapade. The only problem? The weather! It was a balmy 41 degrees Fahrenheit at the top of Mount San Jacinto, a staggering 8,570 feet above sea level, while down in the valley, it was a toasty 80 degrees. Talk about climate extremes! But equipped with nothing more than a cane and a jacket, our brave grandparents decided to embrace the chilly challenge.

At the Tramcar

As we stood in line to purchase our tickets, we couldn’t help but admire the gargantuan tramcar, ready and waiting to whisk us away on this wacky adventure. With excitement building like a pressure cooker about to blow its lid, we boarded the tram. And let me tell you, this was no ordinary tram ride. Oh no! The floor spun around as we ascended the San Jacinto Mountain, providing us with a dizzying 360-degree view of the landscape. And to add an extra dash of thrill, you couldn’t even hold onto anything as the floor spun beneath your feet! The tram sailed smoothly over five towering columns, each time swaying like a tipsy tightrope walker. We clung to the corners of the car like shipwreck survivors on a lifeboat.

As we ascended, a mere ten minutes that felt like a rollercoaster ride to the heavens, the view transformed before our eyes. First, we looked down upon a dusty, windmill-dotted desert that resembled a picket fence made of white windmills. Then, we marveled at the city of Palm Springs and the neighboring desert cities. A quirky fact: this is the only place in Southern California where the Sonoran Desert meets the Alpine Forest! The once barren, desolate land magically transformed into a green, lush pine forest, the home of the San Jacinto Wilderness Park.

Passing the second and third towers, the landscape continued to morph. Gigantic boulders lay below us, and the pine trees seemed like they were determined to win a vertical race. Excitement and anxiety mingled in the air as some passengers struggled to maintain their balance on the spinning floor. My grandpa clung to his cane, looking more like a wizard on a broomstick than a hiker.

Once our ten-minute ordeal was over and the tram’s operator finished their explanation, everyone was desperate to escape from the spinning contraption. We disembarked, and a brisk, teeth-chattering breeze greeted us. We hurriedly zipped up our jackets as the temperature had plummeted to 41 degrees, and the wind was howling like a wolf in search of dinner.

At the top of the Mountain

Our motley crew decided to embark on a hike along the desert trail, a 1.5-mile loop that began as a seemingly harmless sandy path but quickly transformed into a boulder-scrambling extravaganza. The hike was calm and cold, with towering pine trees that looked like they had serious aspirations. Dead trees were left to decompose, becoming one with the mountain, like a tree retirement home.

Along the way, we encountered numerous scenic viewpoints where you could soak in the beauty of the desert landscape. There was barren sand in all directions, and the windmills seemed to have multiplied like rabbits. In the distance, the city of Palm Springs lay, with its lush golf courses creating a vivid contrast to the sandy desert. As we reached the end of the trail, it miraculously mellowed out and connected with the scenic trail, which was just half the length of the desert trail. In the summer, there are over 54 miles of hiking trails on Mount San Jacinto, but you’ll need a $5 hiking permit to explore them.

And if you’re feeling particularly adventurous, there’s the skyline trail that connects Palm Springs to the tramway’s summit. It takes a whopping 9 to 12 hours to complete, depending on your hiking prowess. The silver lining? You get to ride the tramway back down for free, so you can relax your aching feet.

Once we returned to the building that housed a museum, cafeteria, and restaurant, we gorged on a hearty meal to replenish our energy levels. Then, with our bellies full and our hearts content, we hopped back onto the tram, descending from our mountainous escapade back to reality. What a day it had been, full of excitement, laughs, and some seriously spinning floors. Our grandparents from Denver might not have known what they signed up for, but they sure got a tale to tell when they get back home!

Hiking The Frank Bogart Trail

09/18/2023

Marc. J

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Nestled in the rugged beauty of Palm Springs, the Frank Bogart Trail offers a lesser-known adventure for those seeking a unique hiking experience. Named after the legendary two-time cowboy mayor of Palm Springs, this trail remains a hidden treasure waiting to be discovered. Our serendipitous encounter with this trail occurred as we were en route to the Indian Canyons. Tucked away on Bogart Trail, just off Palm Canyon, this unassuming pathway beckoned us to explore its mysteries.

To access the trailhead, we turned onto Bogart Trail from Palm Canyon and ascended the steep downhill road. The small dirt parking lot, though modest in size, provided ample space due to the nearby road’s generous parking availability. Awaiting us was the promise of the Frank Bogart Trail, which was said to intersect with eight other trails: Alexander, Araby, Berns, Earl Henderson, Garstin, Goat, Clare Burgess, Shannon, and the Wild Horse Trail. However, our journey did not cross paths with all these trails, despite several branching options that piqued our curiosity.

It was a beautiful September morning, where the gentle breeze and the emerging sun combined to create a perfect ambiance for our hike. The kids were brimming with excitement, eagerly anticipating our adventure on the trail. As we embarked on our journey, the gradual incline of the path welcomed us. The landscape was a quintessential desert scene, with golden-brown terrain and scattered shrubs. Though not teeming with greenery, the arid beauty of the surroundings had a unique charm all its own. The trail, clearly marked and broad, guided us along a peaceful route that seemed less frequented than some of the more popular trails in the area.

After approximately 30 minutes of hiking, a brief rest rewarded us with sweeping views of South Palm Springs and the distant Indian Canyons. An unexpected delight awaited us as we observed the Canyons adorned with yellowing trees—a striking contrast against the palms. The sight was especially magical in December, a rare glimpse of autumn in the desert landscape. The verdant patch at the base of the majestic mountains stood as a unique tableau of Palm Springs’ beauty.

Continuing our hike, we followed the trail as it veered to the right, leading us toward the Santa Rosa Mountains. The day’s clear skies and warm sun added a touch of bliss to the journey. Throughout the approximately 2-hour hike, we encountered only one other couple, emphasizing the trail’s tranquility. The gradual incline gradually transitioned into a winding path, adding a sense of adventure to our ascent.

Halfway through our hike, an unexpected sight beckoned our attention—an odd Christmas tree adorned with ornaments. This whimsical gesture captured our imagination; someone had trekked to this remote spot to decorate a small evergreen tree. Pausing to appreciate the holiday spirit in an unlikely location, we documented this desert anomaly with photographs, a testament to the unexpected beauty that can be found in the most unlikely of places.

As we pressed onward and ascended nearly to the trail’s summit, another fork appeared, offering two divergent paths. Opting for the rightward trail led us towards the mountain’s peak. From this vantage point, we observed distant hikers on the opposite trail, capturing snapshots of their journey. Regrettably, time constraints prompted us to retrace our steps and descend. The journey back was as smooth as the ascent, and the trail’s generous width provided stability, even on the occasional loose patches of dirt beneath rocks. Throughout the hike, a few notices reminded us of the trail’s restriction against dogs, intended to protect the local bighorn sheep population, which, although unseen by us, lent an air of wild mystique to the environment.

The Frank Bogart Trail, a hidden treasure that intertwines nature’s grandeur with unexpected delights, left us both invigorated and curious. In this quiet corner of Palm Springs, serenity met whimsy, and our brief exploration merely scratched the surface of this captivating trail’s secrets.

Hiking the North Lykken Trail

09/17/2023

Marc. J

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It was a splendid day for our second hiking adventure, spanning a challenging 1.65-mile trail from the base to the summit, located in the picturesque Palm Springs, California. With our family eager and ready to put our hiking skills to the test, we packed essentials like water and snacks, setting off on our journey at the early hour of 7 AM. As we started our hike, the sun gradually peeked through the dark clouds, casting gentle rays that provided a comforting warmth. A gentle breeze embraced us, motivating us to begin our ascent.

The initial stretch of the Lykken trail is a steep uphill climb that spans half a mile. We summoned our inner strength and determination, successfully conquering this challenging portion without any hitches. Surprisingly, even the kids held their own. The mountains stood tranquil and serene; their peaks shrouded in a hazy veil of clouds. Gazing at the distant city below, we couldn’t help but marvel at the natural beauty surrounding us, feeling incredibly fortunate to call this place home.

Upon conquering the steep incline, we reached a massive rock adorned with a plaque commemorating a fellow nature enthusiast Carl Rose who cherished this spot. As we moved forward, the trail transitioned into a flatter, dustier path, granting us a brief respite from the arduous climb. We proceeded cautiously, mindful of rattlesnakes that often bask in the early morning sun. To pass the time, the kids engaged in lively conversations about various topics.

Upon reaching the two-thirds mark of our hike, we decided to take a water break before continuing our journey. The trail was surprisingly deserted, with hardly anyone in sight, allowing us to relish the solitude and engage in uninterrupted conversations.

Upon reaching the final leg of the trail, our excitement peaked as we discovered the renowned picnic tables where we could sit and savor the moment before our descent. The view from the top was nothing short of breathtaking. The sun had risen higher in the sky, but the heat had yet to become unbearable. It felt magical to stand at the pinnacle of the trail, having covered the 1.65-mile ascent in just an hour. After a brief 15-minute break, we prepared to descend.

Descending meant navigating the undulating terrain, sometimes climbing up before descending further. The prospect of a sumptuous breakfast awaited us as a well-deserved treat for the kids after completing the trail. They sprinted down the hills, occasionally pausing to ensure we were keeping up. Remarkably, they had no complaints throughout the entire hike. As the sun grew stronger, beads of sweat began to trickle like raindrops. I could taste the salty sweat as it flowed from beneath my hat, dripped onto my glasses, and occasionally reached my lips. We pressed on without stopping until we reached the trail’s end, another 1.65 miles of downhill trekking. Astonishingly, we completed the entire trail, both the ascent and descent, in less than two hours. We encountered just a solitary hiker heading in the opposite direction during our entire descent, further adding to our sense of accomplishment on the North Lykken trail.

With our hiking adventure behind us, we eagerly decided to head out for a well-deserved breakfast to cap off our memorable journey.

Camping in San Onofre, California

09/14/2023

Marc. J

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As novice campers, my family and I have had our fair share of struggles during camping trips. After some disastrous experiences, we were apprehensive about choosing another camping spot at the last minute. Our initial plan to camp at Big Bear campground was thwarted by heavy downpours in August. Moreover, a friend who was already at the campsite informed us that they were stuck in their tent for two days due to the inclement weather and didn’t enjoy their camping experience. Discouraged by their feedback, we decided to cancel our trip and sought a refund from the National Park Service. Thankfully, my wife managed to secure a reservation at a different campground, San Onofre, near Fallbrook, California, which was within walking distance to the beach. She had always wanted to camp by the ocean, eager to fall asleep to the soothing sound of crashing waves.

Upon arrival in the late afternoon, we set up our tent, although we were not entirely confident in our tent-pitching abilities. Earlier that day, we enjoyed swimming at Moonlight Beach in Encinitas, about 30 miles from Fallbrook, despite getting drenched by high tides occasionally.

The San Onofre campground stretched for 3 miles along Interstate 5 on one side and the ocean on the other. We were thrilled about spending time there, but as we arrived at the site, we were disappointed to find that all 175 camp spots were already reserved. Notorious for not thoroughly checking our tent equipment, we hoped that this time our new tent came with all its necessary pieces. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case, and we had to rely on my old tent mounting beams to make it work.

With much effort, we managed to set up the tent, securing it with various makeshift supports such as benches, the fire ring, and nearby bushes. While neighboring campers seemed to pitch their tents effortlessly, we struggled and felt frustrated with our repeated tent-related challenges.

Despite the challenging tent setup, the night promised a delightful walk across the campground towards the San Onofre beach, a popular spot for surfers and swimmers. Walking through the bluffs, we reached the rocky beach, where surfers were already riding the waves. The rocks on the beach were stunning, but walking on them proved tricky. Our son took delight in skipping and smashing rocks, keeping himself entertained for hours. As we returned to the campground, we stopped at the store to buy dinner ingredients and then enjoyed a mesmerizing sunset along the bluffs. The vibrant colors of the sunset reflecting on the dark blue ocean left us with a magical memory.

Back at the campsite, we cooked and enjoyed dinner before going for a stroll to explore the different sections of the campground. Each area had its unique characteristics, ranging from exposed spots to those with ocean views, and some situated closer to the bathrooms. We realized that finding the right section for camping might be crucial for our future visits, as the bluffs obstructed the Oceanview we had hoped for.
However, a surprise awaited us as we settled into our tent for the night. The continuous noise of passing trains along the line and the traffic from Interstate 5 disrupted our anticipated ocean breeze and crashing waves, keeping us awake throughout the night.

Despite the sleepless night, we woke up early and enjoyed coffee and breakfast. Surprisingly, the campground’s bathrooms were unusually clean and well-equipped with running water and showers. The site was pet-friendly, which added to the positive experience. Despite the unexpected noise, we still cherished our time at San Onofre due to its proximity to the ocean, a feature we truly loved.
In the end, we left with fond memories, knowing that the allure of camping by the ocean would entice us to return to San Onofre campground in the future.

Embarking on the Araby Trail Hike

09/12/2023

Marc. J

CA, Holidays, Travel Info|Tips, USA

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The Araby Trail stand out one of the most renowned hikes in Palm Springs, California known for its unique blend of natural beauty from the Santa Rosa Mountains and the captivating views. Our journey on the trail marked the beginning of the hiking season for us. We chose this trail for our inaugural adventure, as the weather promised to be relatively cooler than usual. As a family we made the bold decision to tackle this hike, setting out at around 10 in the morning with the temperature hovering at a toasty 88 degrees.

Upon our arrival, we noticed a few other hiking enthusiasts, some couples, eagerly waiting to hit the trail. Some had already started ahead of us, while a few opted to linger behind. We decided to maintain a steady pace, mainly because this was our first hike of the season, and we wanted to conserve our energy and not succumb to the sweltering heat.

As we ventured deeper into the mountainous terrain, the temperature seemed to rise incrementally. However, we were well-prepared with an ample water supply and enough energy to see the hike through. After trekking about a mile, nearing the legendary Bob Hope’s house, we encountered other hikers who had been waiting for us. They appeared quite fatigued, some catching their breath while others guzzled water as if they had been stranded in a desert for days. One hiker complimented my daughter on her mountain-conquering pace. She’s just 10 years old, brimming with boundless energy, and pays no heed to the scorching sun or steep inclines. When she sets her mind to something, she goes full throttle. We inquired if they intended to continue to the top, which was an additional 3/4 mile. One couple nodded in agreement while the other simply smiled in response.

Undeterred, we stuck to our steady pace, steadily ascending the trail. Oddly, we didn’t encounter any other hikers heading up to complete the trail. We did spot a lone couple descending the path, likely on their way back to their car.

Our legs were beginning to feel the strain, a combination of the relentless heat and the fact that we hadn’t hiked in over four months. Nevertheless, we soldiered on, step by step, until we reached the pinnacle of the Araby Trail. Exhausted yet elated, we took in the breathtaking view. A gentle breeze provided much-needed relief, cooling our overheated bodies and evaporating our sweat. I was absolutely drenched. We snapped a few pictures, sipped water, and savored some grapes.

The ascent had taken us a total of 70 minutes, and we lingered at the summit for another 20 minutes before starting our descent. Going back was notably quicker, mainly downhill. Despite recent rain and flooding caused by Hurricane Hilary, the trail remained well-maintained. There were traces of dried mud along the path, remnants of the rain that had briefly covered our route. Fortunately, it posed no issue for us as we made our way back down at a record pace.

In total, the hike took us about 2 hours to cover 3.5 miles, and we went through two bottles of water for our group of four. As we reached the end, a sense of relief washed over us. We had successfully conquered our first hike of the season, despite the searing heat. And, to our delight, the kids hadn’t uttered a single complaint throughout the entire journey. In celebration of our accomplishment, we decided to treat them to a special treat.

Summer Bliss in Palm Springs: Embracing the Desert Heat

08/05/2023

Marc. J

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As summer arrives, there is no better place to soak up the sun and indulge in a luxurious escape than Palm Springs. Nestled in the heart of the Coachella Valley, this desert oasis beckons travelers with its alluring charm and captivating landscapes. While the summer heat might seem intimidating, Palm Springs offers an array of activities and experiences that will leave you with unforgettable memories.

Embracing the Desert Heat

The scorching summer temperatures in Palm Springs may be intense, but there’s an undeniable allure to the desert heat. Embrace the warmth and venture out to explore the stunning natural beauty that surrounds the city. Early mornings and evenings are perfect for hiking in the nearby Indian Canyons or the rugged Joshua Tree National Park. As the sun rises or sets over the arid landscape, you’ll be treated to breathtaking views that make the heat well worth it.

Poolside Retreats

One of the quintessential Palm Springs experiences is lounging by a pool and soaking up the sun. The city boasts a plethora of luxurious resorts and boutique hotels such as Arrive,Rowen and Hilton, each offering its own slice of paradise. Spend your days poolside, sipping on refreshing cocktails, and taking refreshing dips in the crystal-clear waters. Many resorts have misters and shaded cabanas to provide some relief from the heat, ensuring you stay cool and comfortable.

Indulge in Spa Treatments

Palm Springs is renowned for its world-class spas that offer a range of rejuvenating treatments. Pamper yourself with a soothing massage, hydrating facials, and other wellness therapies. The dry desert air can leave your skin in need of extra care, and the spa experience is a perfect way to rejuvenate both your body and mind.

Midday Escapes

During the peak heat of the day, it’s the ideal time to explore the city’s vibrant art scene and chic boutiques. The Palm Springs Art Museum is a must-visit, showcasing a diverse collection of modern and contemporary art. Stroll along the palm tree-lined streets of Downtown Palm Springs, where you’ll find an array of art galleries, unique shops, and trendy cafes.

Gourmet Delights

Palm Springs is a culinary paradise, with an abundance of restaurants offering delectable dishes from around the world. From fine dining establishments to casual eateries, there’s something to tantalize every palate. Be sure to try some of the region’s signature dishes, like date shakes and California-style tacos, to truly immerse yourself in the local flavor.

Aerial Adventures

For a unique perspective of the desert landscape, consider taking a hot air balloon ride or a scenic helicopter tour. Soaring above the rugged terrain and iconic windmills provides a thrilling experience and a chance to witness the beauty of Palm Springs from the sky.

Evening Magic

As the sun sets, Palm Springs takes on a magical ambiance. Enjoy a leisurely stroll along Palm Canyon Drive, where the city’s retro charm comes alive with the neon lights of vintage signs. The cooler evenings are perfect for outdoor dining under the stars, enjoying live music, and engaging in the vibrant nightlife.

Festivals and Events

Throughout the summer, Palm Springs hosts a variety of festivals and events that cater to different interests. From music and film festivals to food and wine events, there’s always something happening to keep visitors entertained.

Escape to Palm Springs

Whether you seek relaxation, adventure, or a mix of both, Palm Springs has it all. Embrace the desert heat and let Palm Springs be your summer sanctuary. From picturesque landscapes to luxurious retreats, this captivating destination promises an unforgettable summer experience. So pack your shades and sunscreen, and embark on a summer adventure like no other in Palm Springs.

Camping Disaster at the Live Oak Campground

08/08/2022

Marc. J

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We decided to go camping in Live Oak campground in Orange County California, which was 12 miles from Capistrano Beach, way back when a friend of ours requested us to follow along. We said yes because it was close to the beachfront, and we loved it. We secured the campground for three nights and were excited to camp with our kids. A few days before our arrival, Disatser!!! we were informed that the campground operated dry measures due to the severe drought in California. Our friend briefed us that this was the first time the campground went dry during her 10-year camping on the site. Eventhough the scarcity of water would be tough for us, we wanted to camp.

We didn’t expect to have any running water at the campground nor running toilets or water to do the dishes and clean the camp equipment. We had to pack enough water to accommodate our needs and enough disposable paper cups and plates as well. That’s all we expected, but other unexpected events began to unravel.

The L-Shaped Tent

We bought this beautiful spacious L-shaped tent that sleeps eight people. My son wanted it, but my wife had a bad feeling. She wanted a different one, but we gave our son a chance to choose. We were a family of four, so we thought it would be great to have enough room for everyone. After visiting multiple stores to look for a decent tent, and having only found it in Walmart, we had no choice but to buy it. We didn’t inspect the tent to make sure all pieces were included. I was told that everyone should try the tent out at home to make sure it worked. I thought if we buy something from the store, it should have all the parts to set it up. I asked my wife if it was ok to not open and check. I acknowledged that it was a lazy thing on my part, and she insisted that we check but I said, “It’s ok, I think all is there, not to worry.” I was wrong, very wrong again. As we arrived at the campsite late because we spent most of our time at the beach enjoying the day before heading to the dry campsite.

Setting up the Tent

Arriving at the site, first thing first, we wanted to set up the tent. My wife opened the sealed package and pulled out all our tent equipment. She and I tried to figure out this massive tent, and finally, she had a Eureka moment. She is an avid camper, and I am not hence the moment. We then tried to find the metal rods that support the tent, I found 2 rods in a bag and proudly set those up and smiled at my wife that I was right not to open it because so far, all was good; then she asked me that she needed three more to keep the tent up. I examined and looked and looked. Checked three times inside the empty cover bag, but there was nothing, absolutely nothing. My wife started to laugh at me. She thought I was joking, but I was not, frustrated again, and looked. I couldn’t find any support beams. She asked me if I had the metal poles that hold the canopy, we were missing five metal poles as well. We didn’t have them either. Now, we have a tent with only two support beams and the tent was on the ground, with no way to make it stand. Because it was huge, it was confusing to all. It was getting dark, and no place to go, no tent to have, and the kids were hungry. We haven’t started the dinner yet. All fell on me. I was the one who didn’t check, and I had to figure something out otherwise we all would end up sleeping in the car.

Thank goodness, the campsite was surrounded by massive oak trees, and I used my boy scout spirit to concoct a plan to set up the tent. My wife left me alone and went to her friend’s campsite giving me the impression that she might be a distraction to me. She hoped in her mind that I could figure something out. Her friend told us that we could sleep in hers in case I failed my plan. I worked painfully hard for an hour and a half, totally tired and sweaty. I finally attached every corner of the tent to the surrounding oak trees. The tent was not standing straight but a deflated oval shape balloon. The only way to fix the issue was to find something to support it other than trees. I was on the hunt for small tree trunks, tall enough to lift the tent from the ground and hard enough to hold any pressure excursed by our body weights so, it won’t fall to the ground at night while we were asleep.

Finally, I found three strong branches that fit the job. I dug them up from a nearby woodpile, broke the extra branches, cleaned them up, dragged them to the site, and set it up. It stood up ok, and I was proud of myself. The tent looked more like a homeless camp. it was holding thin by so many different methods. Things were attached to everything. It didn’t look like a tent and was more like a deflated balloon. If any park rangers were to see it, he would ask us to take it down as it might be hazardous to oak trees or a fire hazard.

My wife was sort of happy because we had a working tent, and it would do the job for the night. I was praying it would not rain because it was not rainproof yet. There were so many openings that water could seep in and create an aquarium-like situation where we could become the fish in it. I remember the last time while camping, it rained so hard that we were washed off to several campsites down when we woke up in the morning.

Then came to pump up our air mattresses, and the pump broke we somehow managed to put it together to get the air in. It was not what we expected, but there was enough air to sleep. If one gets up to go pee at night, the other one may be awake as well, probably thrown off the bed and land on the ground or the nearby tree whether he wants or not. It was basically a bouncing castle. This was all we had (big sigh), and we were positive about the night.

Camp Life

We enjoyed the night with our friends, the kids played, and had a great time before going to bed late. The moonlight was mesmerizing, and the stars felt closer to us than ever. We woke up in the morning and the tent was still intact. Nothing fell or rained the night before. We were lucky and I was happy. We spent the morning having some breakfast before we head out to the beach for the day. We wanted to take our chances and try the tent for one more night. Since the campsite was dry, we were not allowed to do much except the campfire which is controlled. There would not have been water to put off the fire if something happens. All the faucets were closed up and dried. Even the animals such as bunnies, birds, ants, squirrels, mice, and others roamed near our campsite looking for food and water. When we work up in the morning, the campsite was ransacked by all those animals, they even took our matches for a fire, the napkins, the paper towels, and some utensils and got into the water we used to drink. It was a fun time for them.

We enjoyed all day at the beach before we headed out to the campsite hoping that it still stands. Hope that the rangers didn’t give us a ticket for the nature of our tent. Or it was taken down by the rangers. If there were no trees, the tent would have never left the ground. It was standing thanks to the trees around the campsite. The fun fact is that we took one of our friend’s campsites because she didn’t come. Our campsite was next to hers, but it didn’t have trees to set up the tent. It was fortunate that she didn’t show up so we could use her space for us to set up the broken tent. We tried to have fun and we enjoyed the time regardless of the issue. We forgot about the tent but called Walmart to exchange it for a new one which we did days after. I haven’t tried it yet. I told my wife that I won’t do the same mistake again. it will be tried before our next camping trip in August.

Each night, we cooked, and the kids enjoyed the time at the site, they loved the campfire, smores, and other games. Even though it was a tough time, we had fun, we saw so many empty campsites may be due to the dry camp conditions. One night the park ranger got into our friend’s trash looking for alcohol maybe and he saw some hard Seltzer cans then he came to see us asking if it was a friendly reminder that we would not drink. It was funny that he got into the trash to check. We were not loud, who knows, maybe the kids triggered it.

When we left early, we felt sad a bit. Camping was over, it was eerie to see a place scarce of water and panicking animals looking for food and water. We felt that it was important to protect and safeguard the precious water we have and not take it for granted as we all do.

Morning at the Annie’s Canyon Hike

09/07/2021

Marc. J

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Have you ever tried to squeeze into a crowded subway to find room to rest after an exhausting day of work? Well, this is exactly how I felt while walking through the amazing, yet rugged wilderness area permeated with colorful sandstone walls called Annie’s Canyon in Solana Beach California.

Annie’s Canyon Trail, also known as the Mushroom Cave Trail, was something we wanted to hike for a long time but just never found the time. One beautiful morning, the opportunity presented, and we hopped on the adventure. We Started at the Solana Hill Trail which winds down towards the Annie’s Canyon Trail through a beautiful dirt path mostly covered in trees. Nature was in full force, the presence of blue jays, snowy egrets, Ospreys, finches, butterflies, caterpillars, and hummingbirds was palpable. A variety of cactus such as Prickly Pear and barrel cactus also paint the landscape beautifully. This is definitively a bird watchers’ paradise.

That morning, the trail was almost empty of hikers, and we had the trail to ourselves for most of our walk. The feeling that we were entering into unfamiliar, rugged sandstone cliffs out of nowhere was strange considering we were in the middle of the city. The canyon walk starts as a smooth, wide, and easy sandy path that gets narrower until it becomes a thin space with sandstone crowding you in. The twists and turns of the slot canyons stopped us to see the path in front of us. The hesitation to turn back crossed our minds several times. The unusually shaped rock surrounded us, making us feel claustrophobe.

I admit horrible thoughts came to mind like what if those sandstones fall on us, what if I was too big or too weak to go climb the ladders? Our kids went first up the ladders, telling us how easy they were. Then they started making comments about us being too big and too old to make it. I could not let them win; I practically ran up the ladders just to show them who’s not too old. I think they were impressed. Once you get to the top you realize how short and easy the hike really is, plus there is a second trail that can take you to the top that is not through the canyon.

Tips on the hike

The evidence of weathering over thousands of years of precipitation and severe wind created these canyons and carved the sandstone was palpable. Sand particles are omnipresent and can be tough to walk through, each step in the sand feels like you’re sinking. This demanding and narrow path in the canyon portion is one-way and if a hiker decides to go back it’s a game of hug and squeezes to let them pass, so do everyone a favor and only head into the canyon portion if you’re going to finish. Fortunately, the canyon part is short and is clearly marked, plus there are loads of pictures on the internet if you want to visualize it before going. The sandstone hills at the top offer amazing views of the canyon, worth the time and energy to get there. I recommend going on a weekday, if possible, we were told by locals that the weekends are packed

Remember once you have conquered the ladders; you are at the scenic lookout point which gives you the most spectacular views of the San Elijio Lagoon area and the Pacific Ocean. You can also see the sandstone hills that you squeezed through.

Kids love the ladders, our kids wanted to do the ladders over and over like an amusement ride. I agreed to go one more time with them, which was surprising anticlimactic the second time. Be warned though we heard from other parents that kids love the ladders and will plead to do them a second and third time. I am glad I did it, twice and now that I am familiar with the canyon. I have no fear of the canyon now. It’s a wondrous area one can get away from the hustle and bustle of city life. If you want to avoid crowds and the parking situation. Get there early and try a weekday, you would enjoy it better without any pressure from people trying to go through it.