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Beach camping near Ventura

Tuesday | 2 January 2007 | Near Ventura Beach, California:  Hello from the beach. We are dry-camping along the sand just north of Ventura. It is a very casual-type setting - you parallel park along the shore, pay at a kiosk and the spot is yours for 24 hours. Or so say the rules. We seem to be the only suckers who have paid the fee and no one seems to obey the other rules (no fires, dogs need to be on a leash) posted for our benefit.

No matter, we are on the beach, the weather is wonderful, the sunset was glorious and it smells good due to all the illegal campfires.

Our day started well enough. It was fairly quiet at the RV park as most folks had left on Monday. I interviewed the owners of the campground, gathering information for my review and we headed south just before noon. We drove south on Highway 101. At Exit 78, we took the small road that runs along the shoreline and chose a nice campsite to call our own for the night. We have a great view out to the Pacific and Santa Cruz Island. There are a few gas or oil rigs off-shore - they are ugly, but we need them.

 Ventura Beach  Ventura Beach
Our home for tonight - and Reese exploring his wild side

After a big salad for lunch, we decided to take Reese on a long walk on the beach. We  had to climb down over boulders on the seawall and I am sorry to say I lost my footing and slipped. I fell back into the rocks, banged my (luckily hat-padded) head and landed on my (luckily well-padded) rear and hip. Panicked for a moment, I reassessed that all parts were moving and climbed on down to the beach. I am very sore and can guarantee I will be very bruised tomorrow - but I was able to gimp on down the sand for a nice, though slow, stroll. We were greeted by porpoise and I can't tell you how much Reese loved the ocean! He was so excited! He ran towards the water and then bit at his leash and attacked it, shaking the strap and growling. He pranced. He ran. He barked. He chased birds. He was a dog in paradise.

RV camping at Ventura Beach
Our campground

Reese
Reese crashes on the dash after his romp

Ventura Beach sunset
Our view at sunset


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