Costanoa
Welcome to paradise!
We planned to spend Labor Day weekend with several other families glamping at the Costanoa camping "resort" in Pescadero. It's similar to camping except you sleep in comfy beds inside tiny, vinyl-sided cottages. Bored? Take a beautiful walk to the beach, ride a horse, or play with the lifesize chess board. Worn out? Head to the sauna or get a massage. Hungry? You can cook around a campfire or walk a few feet over to the rustic bar for a slab of ribs and micro-brews. That is what I call camping! Throw in a dozen friends and it's a perfect weekend.
So we were utterly disappointed when Sloane got sick; a pukey baby is the last thing you want to pack for a camp-out. We decided Andy and Rilz should head out and Sloane and I would join later if she was feeling better.
By Saturday evening, this girl re-appeared. Yep, we were ready to camp.
We high-tailed it down the coast in time to catch the last 24 hours of the trip. And, man, was it nice to get back to nature!
We had so much fun exploring the beach and running down the sand dunes. I was amazed by how closely the birds flew overhead. We even saw whales in the ocean!
Back at camp, we had a great time with our friends. Nighttime was a little rough. Apparently Sloane wasn't completely over her discomfort and woke up crying for well over an hour -- which feels a lot more urgent when the entire family is in a 12x8 domicile. But she loved seeing new sights and eating dirt and rocks so at the end of the day, I'd call it a win.
We planned to spend Labor Day weekend with several other families glamping at the Costanoa camping "resort" in Pescadero. It's similar to camping except you sleep in comfy beds inside tiny, vinyl-sided cottages. Bored? Take a beautiful walk to the beach, ride a horse, or play with the lifesize chess board. Worn out? Head to the sauna or get a massage. Hungry? You can cook around a campfire or walk a few feet over to the rustic bar for a slab of ribs and micro-brews. That is what I call camping! Throw in a dozen friends and it's a perfect weekend.
So we were utterly disappointed when Sloane got sick; a pukey baby is the last thing you want to pack for a camp-out. We decided Andy and Rilz should head out and Sloane and I would join later if she was feeling better.
By Saturday evening, this girl re-appeared. Yep, we were ready to camp.We high-tailed it down the coast in time to catch the last 24 hours of the trip. And, man, was it nice to get back to nature!
Back at camp, we had a great time with our friends. Nighttime was a little rough. Apparently Sloane wasn't completely over her discomfort and woke up crying for well over an hour -- which feels a lot more urgent when the entire family is in a 12x8 domicile. But she loved seeing new sights and eating dirt and rocks so at the end of the day, I'd call it a win.
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