I never used to be spontaneous, but last week I switched up plans for a Death Valley camping trip in the middle of a Pilates class while wrestling with reports of big crowds (spring break) and not much bloom at higher altitudes, where I wanted to be. Besides, a March trip would break my DV rule; November through February only.
So there I was, doing one-legged bridges, when I thought of the beach and of a guaranteed place to sleep, shower and park. The ultimate glamping trip.
I grew up in San Clemente California, a beach town in southern Orange County. Nobody has lived in that condo in a long time, but the family uses it fairly regularly, especially on weekends. I thought I’d revisit some of my old haunts photographically during a rare opportunity to be there on my own.
I loaded up my bicycle and camera gear and hit the road.
|The Pier Bowl|
|Dawn at Dana Point Harbor|
|Wild Artichokes and the view, Rancho San Clemente Trail|
I’m getting ready for my return home as I write, and, as is the mark of a great photo trip, with a long shot list for next time. In some ways it’s good to leave something on the table.
More South Orange County images are in the Sothern California Gallery on the website.