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Camp Pendleton 2011

I remember going to Camp Pendleton with my grandparents practically every summer for vacation when I was little. We'd pack up the trailer that my grampa proudly towed behind whatever Ford truck he had that year, which usually changed every couple years. My grandma would pack up the Dinty Moor beef stew and the box of bagged rice. It was almost guaranteed that we'd also be eating spaghetti that weekend and burgers that were more times than none, cooked rare. When I was younger this dinner menu excited me (I still like the stew). It meant that there would be a camp fire, the smell of ocean salt, a giant play ground to run around on (which has since been updated and is now SHADED and made of plastic insted of metal so your hands to smell like pennies when your done playing). Spoiled children I tell you. Going back there after I don't know how many years was very nostalgic and kind of calming... I could breathe. However this time, instead of towing our own camper we rented a stationary trailer. Ya know the kind that stay there all year long. They looked like a cross between a mobile home and a beach house. It had a full kitchen completely stocked with all your cooking needs, it had a full bathroom (no having to go down the bluff and shower in behind a shower curtain that didn't close all the way! I always hated that part). It also had 2 bedrooms, one of which had a sliding door that went out to a patio that over looked the ocean. It was perfect and this was the view.


If you've never been to Camp Pendleton, the stairs that you see go straight down to the beach where you can also camp in tents and small trailers.


My dear old grampa over looking the view...


The kids climbing all over the railing, they did a lot of climbing that weekend.


Ava and her "Papa" making s'mores. :) Grampa must have eaten 15 marshmellows...


My little family right before we left, it was a fun weekend despite Landon coming down with a sore throat. A quick trip to the commisary solved that issue. I'm hoping we'll get to go back again, if not then it was a good last vacation there. :)

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