Days before New Year's, we decided to go on a camping trip; our friends scored us a sweet camping spot on Santa Cruz Island (part of the Channel Islands), and we were really excited to use some of the new camping gear we had gotten for Christmas. Our friends got their tickets three days before the weekend came around, and Dave called the Island Packers people two days before our trip. They were...SOLD OUT! Out of the six of us who were planning on going, everyone had their tickets except for Dave and me. I was praying for a New Year's miracle--mostly because Dave seemed very resolute about us camping over the weekend and because camping with some of our best friends would be a-mazing. There was no Plan B. We showed up to the dock early that morning to get to the front of the standby line, and as God would have it: We got our miracle. Enough people cancelled five minutes before the boat departed, so we were able to lug our gear onto the boat for our camping adventure.
Santa Cruz Island is probably one of the most beautiful places we've ever gotten to set up camp in. Its rolling green hills slightly hidden by the late December fog seriously made it seem like something out of a fairytale--or like something out of the Shire ;) (Like the LOTR reference? The husband would be so proud =p). Hikes along the high cliffs overlooking the multi-shaded blue ocean and the clean air made this trip just what the doctor ordered.
& some phone photos: