pismo beach, santa barbara and a random campsite.

it wasn't 'til friday night that it was decided we were going on a camping trip to pismo beach for Labor Day weekend. with no specific destination, no reservations and a rented Outlander, we packed our bags and headed off into the sunset. we left L.A. around 5pm the next day. or was it 6? it was that time of day that makes L.A. look like this:

and apparently, it was that time of day that makes anna look like this:

anyway, thanks to Powell's GPS, we reached Pismo at 8pm. or was it 9? whatever. so remember, we don't really know where we're going. we're asking around for campgrounds but they're all full. finally, a talkative gas station attendant lets us in on a secret campsite that is often overlooked. and it's by a men's prison. and it's by an army base. nice. we got there and were lucky enough that they provided overflow campgrounds. we set up the tent (i mean the guys), ate carne asada cooked on dandan's little portable stove and with a boulder under my ass, slept the night away.

next day we went beach hopping. the first one had a pier and we just watched these birds dive into the ocean to catch their grub.

(from left to right: guads (short for 'guadalupe'), alma, jose, domingo el capitan and pablo)


also visited Morro Bay.

that night just consisted of drunken stupor, feasting and keeping warm. no pictures needed.


last day we stopped by Santa Barbara Mission.

after discovering downtown santa barbara, we headed home. it was around 5pm.. or was it 6? it was the time of day that makes anna look like this (again):

it was a short, hectic, random, crazy, painful, joyful, exciting and tiring trip.