My wife goes up into the loft to grab a gardening book and walks into a swarm of termites. They are clearly termites. However, in a desparate attempt to dodge all of the work that comes with termites, we google termites to be sure. Crap.
Turns out, the termites with wings lay the eggs. When they are out and about, it means they have eaten up their current food source and are looking for another. The swarm was mostly termites with wings. Crap.
So, the house has to be tented ASAP. It's scheduled to happen during the week, so we've got to stay near by. I ask my wife if she has any ideas. She says even more dreaded words, "How about my mom's house?" Desparation kicks in again.
By the grace of God, we were able to get two nights at Doheny Beach on the water. We opened the camper door to the beach. Because summer was over, days were quiet - just the waves crashing and a train once in a while. At night, the waves, a fog horn off in the distance and the train, but without the train horn. Heaven.
My wife went to work during the day, but I got three days off. The first day off this year - that's what happens when you are the boss and there is absolutely no incentive to hire anyone.
Check in to the campsites isn't until 2pm. However, you can sit and drink in day use, which is included with fee for camping, until then. The beach patrol leaves campers alone and turns the other way to cocktails. I'm sure that changes if you are being a jerk.
Your neighbors are close but are neat people. Our neighbors was a guy who worked at In-N-Out for close to 40 years. No matter what the topic of conversation was, it always seemed to divert back to the history of In-N-Out. Our other neighbor was a former one percenter. He had been coming out to camp at Doheny for decades and only once has he had punk kids as neighbors. Otherwise, everyone is old and tells stories and lies all day.
