We hung out with some neighborly campers (Cindy and Donna). Everyone thinks they're gay. lol.
Met Mike Ginsburg in Hawthorn, CA..
We ate mexican food at Paco's Taco's near LAX. I told Mike we'd eat anyplace he wanted as long as it wasn't a Peter's Hotdog Stand (they actually have these there). Mike was looking good, and in good spirits.
We went back to his apartment, and what I found was strange.
Orange and LA County State Beaches don't allow tent camping.
Oh, and you're not supposed to smoke on the beaches either. LA is such an odd smoggy place.
We were exhausted from another day driving through LA traffic, and our only choices were to go home, or try to find a camping spot in San Diego. We decided we'd just go home.
When we got past Baker, CA, we took a nap off of some exit for about 30 minutes. I popped a movie (Stargate) into the laptop for the rest of the drive. The surround sound from the new truck speakers was incredible. The movie ended about 2 miles from home which was perfect.
We got home around 3:30am. Our vacation was over and we'll remember it for the rest of our lives as a high point.
It's nice to take some time out to enjoy life.