stuffed into the boxes of old tents, poles, sleeping bags, stoves and vintage lanterns was even an old map of ojai wilderness that he had saved. i have fond memories of my dad and his love of camping. it felt great to be able to camp in the same tent we used when we were kids growing up. We had just dug out my dad's old coleman tent from my parents' garage-so we had to take it out camping, natch. Seriously-what's not to love than sitting under leafy oaks, listening to rushing water, reading a book, cooking outdoors, or just doing nothing.
sites were spacious and shady, which i loved, and our site was right next to the creek! those are the good-now the bad: poison oak, bugs (a few flies and mosquitoes), the vault (stink-y) toilets and the absence of showers. wheeler gorge was perfect-no crazy, loud, neighbors or blasting heavy metal or oompah music everyone was respectful of each others' space and privacy. We took dylan camping to ojai last weekend. Read about last year's surf camp that started it all here. Love to the camp jalama crew for all the great memories.
and not a lot of anything else.Īnd that's how we'd like this place to remain. Other than that, there is no 'there' at jalama.īut WE were all there. The only civilization to notice is the amtrak making its way down the tracks and the little grocery store that sells the famous jalama burger. miles of farmland, where herds of cows and bands of horses roam and run freely, keeps major highways quite a distance away. There are coves and caves to poke around in and not much to see from here to santa barbara and up to lompoc. sitting on the sand, you're surrounded on all sides by craggy cliff, sky, flocks of sea birds overhead, sunsets and nothing more. It's simple really-just a rugged, deserted stretch of coastline visited mostly by die-hard surfer types and beach rats. the kids played in the cabins and we had marshmallow smores and ate a TON of tasty vittles cooked up on the grill.īut really, we came to get a glimpse of this: together, we shared bellyachin' laughs, and the men surfed everyone listened to music and we feasted on each others' jokes. Last month, the traveling band of kids, families and dogs reconvened for 'camp jalama beach 2012.' for a very short weekend, we camped out at the cabins and left all concrete worries and stresses behind. and yet those are the reasons to love the place. the place may never get written about in a travel magazine (because it won't). Well, you may never see this surf spot from any california highway (because you can't).
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