Thursday, March 14, 2013, San Clemente, CA

The fog rolls in, the fog rolls out, the fog keeps us from looking about.  Right, the fog was here again this morning.  The sun would show enough to make shadows and then be obscured again.

While Gerri did her computer thing, I walked down through the day use area and around the park.  

A couple of year ago Gerri's mother stayed at a time share at Newport Coast.  While visiting, Gerri went to the Crystal Cove State Park.  There are cottages there on the beach for rent and a campground on the inland side of the highway.  Gerri was told that the length limit for RV was 38 feet, but there were probably spaces that would accommodate our 42 footer.

Crystal Cove State park is 40,000 acres that was sold to California in the '90's.  It includes the historic village, a trail system, back-country camping, beaches and the campground suitable for RVs.

In the afternoon we drove up the coast to check out Crystal Cove State park.  We took I-5 to Dana Point and then up the Coast Highway to Newport Coast.  We went through all the small towns on the way.  When we were away from the ocean the sky was clear but fog prevailed over the water.  After going to a couple of wrong areas we found the campground, it is called the Moro Canyon Campground.  We went to the kiosk and the woman there told us the length limit was 38' but some times a foot or so over would be allowed.  She said we couldn't drive through the campground unless   we were registered there. We asked about handicapped when we showed her the placard she let us drive though.  There would have been great views of the ocean if it hadn't been so foggy. There are three loops of camping sites about half of them had power and water, only the camp host sites had sewer.  All but one of the handicapped sites would have been large enough for our coach.  Instead of asking the abrupt woman at the kiosk about the length limit we went to the park headquarters. The man at the counter there was even more adamant about the 38' limit.  We let it drop, deciding that without sewer we wouldn't be likely to camp there.

Fish and Chips at the Beachcomber

We decided to have lunch at the Beachcomber restaurant at the village on the coast.  We had to park at a lot across the highway and take a shuttle down to the old historic village.  It cost a dollar each, both ways.  After we took the bus we saw that we could have driven down and either parked in a handicapped spot or dropped me off with a shorter walk.  We had Fish and Chips at the Beachcomber.  It was still foggy and cool near the water, but had plastic screens to cut down the breeze and kept it pleasant.



We returned to San Clemente via the CA-73, a toll road, and I-5.  Add another $5.25 to the cost of lunch.

Fifteen minutes to go

Back at our own campground we caught up on e-mail and Facebook action.  At a little after 5, I walked down to the bluff to check out the fog situation and the possibility for viewing for the sunset.  I walked around the park and back to the coach.  At sunset I went back to the bluff area and took pictures.  The sunset was beautiful but not spectacular.

Going behind the last layer of fog

Gerri watched TV and went to bed early and watched TV.  I called it a day after Leno's monologue.