Trinidad

6.15.23

What strange serendipity, my uncontrollable need to travel north exactly locking into my sister’s need to move house. While I headed up the coast, the only campsite was very spendy, and I was required to book two nights. Quite cool and damp, time to read and acclimate, and I met a neighbor for a chat and coffee around the campfire. Day two, okay, I’ll stay. The sign at the campground said BEACH 1 MI. That turned out to be a 1-mile drive to a 2-mile hike, or a steep climb down to the cove. I was on foot, didn’t want to risk the sketchy climb. Bear safes, spooky woods, steep cliffs, I was on the path alone until I turned and headed back to camp, meeting a dozen people who seemingly knew where they were going. 4.5 miles, never made it to the beach, a bag of trash I picked up on the road, and a hot shower back at camp, it’s all good.

Heads up, there will soon be blueberries.