When we moved to San Jose and had family staying behind in LA, we got out a map (google maps in printed out form) and made a decision as a family that we would meet in the middle every year. Morro Bay was just about equal distance from where everyone lived at the time and hence started an annual tradition of over 40 years.
So here we are at the beach with Morro Rock in our midst. (and mist)
Our chosen "hyper-extended" family includes dearest people with the smartest and most beautiful children, it's no wonder that is a crazy fabulous time, worth driving three thousand plus miles to attend.
The campground is literally a parking lot with median strips for tents. However, it's right on the beach and it's a beautiful beach.
The large mass in the foreground is Morro Rock. According to Senior Google: "Portuguese explorer, Juan Rodriguez Cabrillo named the rock "El Morro" in 1542. In Spanish "Morro" means crown shaped hill. Morro Rock, sometimes called the "Gibraltar of the Pacific," is the last peak of the Nine Sisters, which extend from San Luis Obispo to
Roger posted this picture of the trailer and truck on Facebook.
At first, not a single person asked about the person sitting in the chair. Stanley worked hard not to be offended.
But then, the kids started to talk to him as they walked, rode bikes, and skateboarded by. He felt better. Maybe this trip with Gramma and Grampa Gruben would be fun after all.
Henk on the beach, my favorite cocktail
















































