I had such a wonderful evening by the fire, under the stars, with my headphones on. I rested my soul. It didn't turn to shit until I tried to rest my body. I considered yelling, "Immigration!!!" just so I could get (the loudest) part of the campground to evacuate. I'm all for letting kids be kids but this morning was just icing on the cake. Mobs of kids running around my tent screaming. No parents in sight. Adults maybe, but not parents. And I believe I witnessed my very first temper tantrum. This kid needed to be shot... with morphine or something. It lasted for the entire time it took me to break down camp. I cannot describe this scene other than to advise anyone who's thinking of having kids to stay at this campground on a weekend. I never will again. Even as I left, the squirrels seemed to be looking at me saying, "Take us with you!" In fact, this experience has me seriously questioning whether I should camp at all on my Canada trip. The good parts were so good but the bad parts were so bad. It's too soon to be considered a pattern, but I'm thinking weekends are probably a bad time to camp in general. I'm making a note to talk to my mom and Randy when I get back. They have a lot of camping experience so they'll be able to confirm my suspicion. They do allow pets at this campground so maybe bringing Kuma here will be an option one time.
I don't think I'll have enough time to see Hearst castle today because I need to be at Harris Ranch at 1:30pm and it's a good 2.5 hr drive from here. That leaves me only an hour or so before I need to get on the road. So what I'm going to do is start going to Harris Ranch now, but take a leisurely pace and stop to smell and hear the ocean so to speak. I'm trying desperately to erase the sounds of Mexican cackling and kids screaming.
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