On Sundays, I like to take a rest day and check out the local church, if any. In 1988, I would just book a motel for 2 days, but by booking for just 1 day this time, then riding a short distance on Sunday, I could stay at the famous Leo Carrillo campground that other travelers had been raving about as the best of the state parks.
So I went back to my room to watch an online sermon from my home church. Then I went off in search of provisions.
When I checked in to Leo Carrillo, I noticed that all the rangers, male and female, look like models. Surely, they didn’t hire by looks? Or was it just southern California? The Hiker/Biker (H/B) site was $10, and I was given a map to follow. I knew it was in the vicinity of the RV dump station, but there were several campsites there. I decided that a certain unmarked site must be my area.
The first people I met there were Trevor, Griffin, and Mark, 3 college students from Riverside on semester break. They were in site 102, adjacent to mine. Trevor and Mark were theology majors. Mark was considering going into ministry, and was also getting married in September. They were the advance setup team; 3 more were coming with the food, later.
Some time later, some young women pulled up into the other side of my campsite, and I realized that I had taken the back entrance to site #1, not the H/B area. I apologized and assured them that #1 was theirs, and went back to the check-in station to ask where the H/B area really was.
The group of 10 was from the Dream Center, a ministry serving downtown LA. They were all about to graduate from the program, and wanted to have an outing before they all scattered. They’re from various parts of the country – as far away as Chicago and North Carolina.
When I returned to the general vicinity, I noticed 2 guys in the bush at a table. THAT was the true H/B site. I started shuttling my things over. One of the young women asked if I needed help, but I said I could handle it.
It was actually a good thing that I mistakenly took that campsite. Otherwise, I would not have met all those people.
The bathroom complex, with (marginally) hot showers, was 190 steps from my site. Why did it always seem to be 200 steps away, at every campground?