At Westport, California, we paid our record campground fee: $48. Considering the lack of Wi-Fi, showers timed to last four minutes and the fact that there's no valet service, that's pretty steep (but not as steep as the entrance down into the park!). The most we had ever paid before was $31.
Complaining aside, there was one major plus: the campground is right on the beach, right on it. We spent the night listening to the mighty Pacific crash up against the shore.
And then the next morning, which was gloriously sunny, we spilled out of the trailer and joined another family in walking down the perfectly formed beach, selecting shells and fishing.
Claire – On maternity leave from career as editor of monthly finance trade magazines, and occasionally a freelance translator. Half-American/half-English, raised in the suburbs of New York, has lived in London for almost nine years.
Daniel – Furniture designer/maker based on London’s Columbia Road flower market, for ten years, also an aspiring painter and DIY supremo. On one-year career break to reconsider options. English by birth, but mother is half-American and spent part of her childhood in Bronxville, New York.
Sophia – 3.5-year old spitfire who loves school, singing, swimming and being a big sister
Lulu – Born May 8 of this year, a model baby who eats, sleeps and gurgles.
Special guests – American, British and international friends and family who drop in along our trip to see whatever part of the country they fancy. They’re welcome to travel in the car with us and sleep in an adjoining tent.