When I was a kid, my parents took me and my siblings camping at least once or twice a summer. We had our favorite campgrounds, Yosemite included, so during a particularly awesome summer, (my parents having more time off, or more money, or both) we would camp three, maybe four times a year.
Now that I have my own kids, camping is not the worry free, work free, let’s play, play, play until we pass out kind of trip. Still, I could be at home participating in the norm. I’ll take a sunny day in Big Sur with my family any day.
The wife planned a trip about six months ago to one of my favorite places in the world: Big Sur. My parents have been wanting to camp with us the last couple of years, so this year it all worked out. Me and the girls, my parents, my brother and my nephew all made the long trek to the Big Sur Coast.
When you become an “upstanding” adult with a career and such, sometimes you just need to spend time with your family. Not just your wife and kids, but with your parents and siblings. I’m not talking about just going out to dinner one night, or meeting at grandma’s house for Christmas, but out and away from technology, electricity, and our stupidly comfortable Flobeds. This trip was just what we all needed. I got to reconnect with my parents and my brother, the kids got to see their cousin and play constantly for days, and there were no distractions, deadlines, or general life chaos to deal with. That said, there were a couple of real life intrusions while we were gone nearly a week. For me, there was a nagging desire to log into Star Wars: The Old Republic to check out Game Update 1.3 that went live last Tuesday, but the most noteworthy was my bartending, college graduate of a little brother getting the job offer call from Lockheed Martin he’s been waiting patiently for what seems like forever. I’m so very proud of my brother for maintaining his persistence, and his hope for a “real” career. I wish him the best of luck.
There will be many, many pictures to follow, but overall it was an amazing trip, and although traveling with a one year old and a three year old is just plain silly sometimes, my little clan of beautiful ladies and I needed a break from the norm that is summertime and small business ownership in Fort Bragg, CA. After a nearly 12 hour journey home during crazy rush hour traffic on a Friday before the 4th of July, we got home physically dirtier but ready for a clean start to our summer together.