musings

In the morning it was a question of moving out as soon as possible before the site officials got round to us. We drove further up the beach and found Refugio Beach. There was a $1.50 charge to get on - capitalist swine. The weather had been cloudy but the sun soon came out and so it was on with swimming trunks. We spent the afternoon lazing in the sun, the palm trees swaying behind us, the Pacific rolling gently in before us.

The breakers were really pathetic but there were one or two people with surfboards. They would paddle out into the sea and then go through the motions of surfing - kneeling on the board, paddling furiously towards the beach and standing up. Of course they just fell right off again because there were no waves.

We all had a dip in the sea after a Jack-in-the-Box lunch and then we drove on to a place called Pismo Beach listed as having a campsite. We drove along the beach but could see no other tents so we got back on the road. Just outside Grover City we found a site and pitched the tent. Had a pizza at a place that showed silent movies to keep you occupied whilst waiting and eating.

The others went back to the tent and Shôn and I went to a “saloon” called D W Grover’s. What a rip-off place. Beer was sold in jam-jars at $1 a go. All the country bumpkins who live in this one street town were there whooping and bopping to the band. The latter was so amateurish it was painful to listen to but the locals seemed to love it.

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