Camping!

And then suddenly the road was headed inland and there were campgrounds on either side, and we chose the Riverside campground which was a lovely place on a babbling brook, and a lovely fifteen dollars per night.

We set up our tent amidst a fairie circle of Redwood trees, and bought ingredients for s'mores and made a fire, and drank wine and ate salami, and then we met some guys in a van who had just gotten out of Burning Man, and well. What happens at Riverside Campground stays at Riverside Campground. What I will say is that the mix of red wine, white wine, apple vodka, beer, chips, leftover chocolate from the playa, and sleeping on the ground, does not make for a pleasant next morning. That is all.