A Father's Day Camping Trip & Celeb Sighting

Our Mini-Vacation began with warm weather and beautiful skies as we set out for lovely San Diego, California.



When we finally arrived, we'd no sooner set our tent than Judah curled up on the corner of the bedding saying ecstatically, "I just LOVE to go campeen!"



When we decided to go on this camping trip for Jeff for Father's Day, in our last-minute preparation and packing I suggested we bring along our Cal-King memory foam mattress topper to make things in our tent a bit more tolerable.

Jeff was doubtful it would make much of a difference...probably because even folded into thirds and rolled up it is enormous and would take up a lot of room in the minivan getting it there. However, we'd do it again in a heartbeat, as it made for a VERY soft and comfy bed. I didn't feel any rocks at all, and I'm usually like The Princess and the Pea that way.

In fact, it was so perfect for camping that we're now relegating it to our camping gear for good, providing we find another method of rolling it up and keeping it that way. It's like a can of Pillsbury biscuits that way...it kind of explodes open and immediately begins to rise. Not exactly ideal when trying to change lanes on busy SoCal freeways.

Jeff didn't really mind though. In fact, he commented before leaving, "Wow, you packed light". Everything fit into the mini-van pretty well.

You see, I'm notorious for overpreparedness overpacking, and felt more than a little proud of myself for this 'accomplishment'.

Unfortunately, there were a couple of pretty good reasons for this illusion of my having packed lighter than usual. First, it turns out I forgot all our pillows.

Thankfully we had some folded up air mattresses packed into our camping gear which worked pretty well in a pinch, though the fact that they were vinyl and we had no pillowcases made things a bit sticky. But we didn't complain.

The following morning while getting ready for the day in the tent, I learned that the other reason we had room to spare in our suitcase was because I'd also forgotten to pack some very important clothing items...my stack of jeans. I might have complained a bit about that one.

While I ended up needing to wear the same pants for 3 days straight (which did not match two of my shirts, and resulted in me looking waaaay more frump than fab for the duration of our trip) at least they were clean pants. Thankfully the campground had it's very own laundromat.

Nobody but me seemed to notice, however, and we spent our days playing and enjoying our vacation to the fullest.

Here is Judah after a long first day of traveling and setting up camp with no nap. He was staring into the fire and getting very, very sleepy.



It was very relaxing.



Until the primal grunting started up.



Fires (and fireworks) always have that effect on the males in my family.

In the absence of explosives, Jericho is not without a hatchet or mallet (or both) in his hands at all times.

And he's just about as dangerous with it as Judah would be...though we found that putting him to work on something constructive (like chopping kindling) seemed to help prevent random nicks from being added to the campground's picnic tables keep him from doing anything too crazy.

Finally, the fire died down and Judah crawled into my lap and asked if we could give daddy his "pweasants".

He was so excited about our 'surprises' for daddy having 'helped' wrap them earlier, and I was proud of him for not letting the cat out of the bag.



So while dad was reorganizing things and locking up the van for the night, I dug them out of the boys luggage in the tent.



Daddy was happy with everything and though he gushed appropriately over the gifts.





I think he was most elated to finally just 'get away from it all' for a couple of days of R&R with the fam.



Early Friday morning (like 6 AM early) I was awakened by a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed little boy who was prying my eyes open, "Mama...wake up! We're campeen!" You would have thought it was Christmas, so great was his excitement. He obviously didn't want to waste any more time sleeping.



After our very early breakfast of Berry Shortcake, we spent some time swimming at the campground pools, enjoying the "ga-choosy" (as Judah called it) and then later exploring one of our favorite locales...Old Town San Diego.



Here were some beautiful plants I spotted there. This one was the color of a school bus.





Below was actually a high, old adobe wall that was covered over by bougainvillea, with this gorgeous lemon yellow flowering tree in front of it. The blooms looked like Azalea or Rhododendron, but the branches and leaves didn't seem quite right. (Mom? Any guesses as to what it is?)



This tree had these enormous 7 inch long blooms hanging all over it. The flowers were surprisingly sturdy.





Then we explored a new little area of Old Town we'd not noticed before, Heritage Park...and boy was I delighted.

It's set up on a hill behind Old Town, and consists of several beautiful Victorian era homes situated on a lovely, carefully manicured hill with lovely hedges, trees and flowerbeds, and the most incredible views from every angle looking out and looking into the park. Gorgeous.



At the center of this photo, you will see a Jacaranda tree in all it's fabulous purple glory.

These trees grow well in the coastal climate of Southern California and were blooming in profusion all over San Diego. It is a wonder to me that their blooming season doesn't get the same press in SoCal that the cherry blossoms do in other areas of the country, because it really is a sight to behold. I couldn't feast my eyes on them enough.







Then there was this cute little privately owned home behind the Whaley Museum.



Look at that pink hydrangea to the right of the house, and the morning glories in the high hedge...and the lace curtains and shuttered windows...and the gas lamps in the yard. So quaint and...peaceful. Totally loved that little place.

The home is actually a lot bigger than it looks...the shrubs around it are enormous and kind of dwarf the 2 story building.

Naturally, after traipsing all over the place all day long, Judah was particularly tired that evening, and could barely hold his eyes open while daddy was cooking steaks over the fire.

After eating, he asked to go to bed. I wasn't sure whether it was tiredness or the novelty of getting to sleep in the tent once again that drew him more.

But after only a couple of minutes of his being in there alone, he peeked out and asked, "Mama, when are you comeen to beddy-byes?" I was glad to know he had a healthy fear of this strange new place. We wouldn't want him out wandering around the grounds (or along the ocean) at night while we were sleeping.



It happened that this was also Jeff's and my Anniversary (16 years) weekend.

Jericho was our photog for the occasion, and though I didn't post it, we totally grossed him out by kissing in one of the photos, lol. He was all, "Eeeew...you guys are sick" but kind of smirking instead of being downright disgusted.



Our camping trip was specifically for Father's Day, so we had agreed to postpone our Anniversary celebration for a few days.

Except for the card I'd gotten for Jeff and my wanting the photos to mark the occasion, our anniversary passed with nary a mention. Jeff had forgotten a card for me, and this after hinting broadly for days prior that our anniversary was coming up.

I was a little bummed by that, and I guess you could say I got a taste of how people feel whose birthdays fall too close to Christmas or Easter and their celebrations (if any) usually end up getting 'glossed over' in favor of the big Holiday. Me no likey.

Saturday morning I was awakened early due to a couple of noisy gulls in the neighboring campsite. I peeked out our tent window and saw that they'd gotten into the neighbors trash bag and had made quite a mess.

I laid back to try to go back to sleep when I heard the flapping of wings and looked up to see this on top of our tent, dipping from the weight of the bird.



I woke up the kids to see the gull waddling around on the roof of our tent, then smacked the walls of the tent which startled the bird who flapped away in a huff.

Moments later we heard a big 'splat!', and looked up to see seagull poo where the feet had been, immediately followed by gulls cackling together on a nearby picnic table.

It sounded very much like they were laughing, and I'm pretty sure they were conversing amongst themselves, "That's what you get for scaring me off your tent, lady!" (And once again, for reasons unknown, in my minds eye the gulls talk like Joe Peschi, lol.)

The kids got a real kick out of the whole Seagull scenario. Me, not so much. Especially after realizing the tent cover would have to go through our washing machine once we got home. Eeew!
Anyway, we broke camp and in record time had everything packed up. We then spent a good part of our final day of vacation at one of our other favorite places in San Diego...Sea World.

Of course I couldn't let an opportunity pass where I could take more pictures of beautiful blooming things...especially with so many lovely specimens there.

This one reminded me of my Prom dress from 1989.







Just look at what we found nesting in one of the hanging baskets near the Flamingo exhibit.



Though it ended up to be a really misty, dreary day, one of the highlights was that Jericho and Dad rode Atlantis. This is huge, because when that ride first opened, Jericho was too terrified to ride on it. He has officially overcome his roller-coaster fears, and now loves them.

They're the ones in the yellow and orange parkas in the front seat.







Naturally we also saw a couple of the shows and many more underwater exhibits.

It was a wonderful end to our vacation.

I would be remiss, however, if I didn't tell you about our little brush with fame earlier that morning.

Before heading for Sea World, we stopped off at the "best breakfast in San Diego" (according to some locals that worked at the campground).



Jeff and the boys loved the food, but I don't remember much about that because I was too busy trying to get nonchalant pictures of a celebrity who was seated at the table beyond them.

Unobtrusive, casual snapshots, mind you. It simply wouldn't do to have her think I was taking photos to sell to the tabloids or to put up on my blog or something crazy like that.Heh, heh.

You could even say that I went so far as to exploit my children in my efforts, making them think I wanted pictures of them when really I was just using them to get a picture of her. Is that wrong?

Judah probably wondered what I thought was so adorable about him holding blackberry jam, lol.



Here's the photo I took of Jericho to even things out and to make it look like I was just an overzealous scrapbooker type documenting every minute of my children's lives.



That's her! There in the orange blouse. Look closely...can you tell who it is?



Here she is looking my direction (I must not have been quite so unobtrusive as I thought), but this one turned out a bit blurry. Jeff was a good sport, helping to stage the photos I sought.



This would have been a great photo, but the blond boy in her party kept getting in the way, and things were beginning to unravel at my own table where Judah was quickly tiring of having his picture taken. (The nerve of them, lol.)

At last, while waiting in line to pay, I finally got a clear shot of her, but by then the man in her party was beginning to get a bit suspicious of my lurking about with a camera, legitimate subjects or not, and so we skedaddled. Didn't want to get roughed up by her entourage.

Here she is, folks.



I'll give you a hint...she sang "I Dreamed a Dream" from Les Miserables in her recent television debut, causing quite a sensation in the UK and all over the internet.

I'd heard she was vacationing to recover from exhaustion, and thought perhaps this was where she'd elected to go...

Okay, so it's not really her...but I'm telling you, she looked JUST LIKE her in person.

Even acted and had a ready laugh like her. The only thing missing was her distinctive Scottish accent and the dark eyebrows. Well that and the fact that the little boy was calling her "grandma"...

All that trouble for nothing, lol.

I'm afraid I would make a poor Papparazzi.