NOVEMBER 25, 2012
Where a man might lay his head?'
He just grinned,
and shook head.
'No' was all he said."
- The Weight, by The Band
It was not looking so good only an hour ago. I drove through west Marin County naively
thinking there would be plenty of camping since the area is mainly
undeveloped. There was a private
campground asking $43 for a tent site. A
few years earlier, a younger more broke version of me drove through the area
during severe flooding and found a spa to stay at for $240. It was a good bit of money, but all things
considered not a bad deal. But $43 for a
patch of grass for 7 hours? I just
couldn’t do it. Pressing on to the small
town of Inverness, California the kid behind the counter of the coffee shop
confirmed there were several established campgrounds just down the road. With that information in hand I hung out
reading until the coffee shop closed and then headed into the park to find nothing but No
Camping/No Overnight Parking signs. I’m
still unclear if he was unknowledgeable or just f’ing with a tourist. As a last ditch effort I returned to
civilization a few miles back and started googling on my handheld.
And that’s how I landed at the hostel in the
Point Reyes Nation Seashore.
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