Morro Bay Wonders and The Realities of Traveling
I haven't camped for four years, and so I won't lie and say I wasn't a bit weary of doing so. However, I almost considered a trip up the coast to Morro Bay, CA to be a bit of a taste of what my life will be like in one short month--a life of wonder and excitement, but also one where I'm not always at homeostasis, not always comfortable. Whether it be taking a lukewarm shower or sleeping on a thin mattress pad, the truth is traveling is not always pretty and as someone whose about to take off to travel throughout SE Asia, I need to be prepared for that.
Camping for one night in a quaint little campground just right of a beautiful golf course may be nowhere close to what is experienced at some points of travel, but it follows the same principal of being able to rest your head on any ground and call it home.
The Campground: Morro Bay State Park
We decided to camp because why not save the money and be one with nature? It was $45 to reserve a campsite, which was absolutely stunning. It was right by a beautiful lake and golf course and had a bunch of happy, lively families laughing, eating, and generally enjoying life making the vibes of the place warm and cozy despite the chilly air.
Three Stacks and a Rock
I'm not sure why, but something about the fact that Morro Bay is this cute little fishing town with whimsical shops, cafes, and restaurants overlooking a huge rock just got to me. I've seen plenty of mountains and hills, but not an actual huge rock in the middle of a bay. It looked like something out of Jurassic Park like I was about to see Pterodactyls flying overhead. Once I got over the rock we ate at a little fish n chips shop, which had some great fish tacos and then headed over to the beach.
The beach was beautiful and seemed to me to be a mix of Nor-Cal and So-Cal beaches, which I guess makes sense since Morro Bay is in the middle of both. One of my favorite parts of this whole mini-trip was lying on the warm sand and feeling the cool breeze on my face. It was so peaceful, and I had the thought go through my head that I hadn't been so at ease in a while.
We also headed to the other side of the bay close to the Rock to see two otters playing in the water. It was such a cute, enchanting sight. They were both twirling around in the water, and one of them was chewing on seaweed and rubbing it all over himself.
The Sunset From Black Hill
Towards sunset we climbed Black Hill, which was right by our campground to watch the sun come down. At first, it was nothing special, but a few moments after the sun went under the horizon the wisps of clouds above turned all sorts of different colors from red to orange to purple and pink. We could see the Rock in the distance as well.
Before heading out we had to see what often is referred to as Purple Flower Beach, but, in reality, is called Cayucos. I had no idea what I was in for. If you want to see something in Central Cal, this is it. It was one of the most breathtaking areas I'd ever been to. The green rolling hills and yellow fields competed with the rocky beaches and the misty horizons. To top it off, there were Geodes throughout the cliffs and even small stones that had little chips of sparkling crystals within them.
We spent a couple of hours combing the beach for Geode pebbles, walking through the poppies and lemon grass flowers, and we even set up our hammock from Layback Co.