San Elijo was one of our favorite places we camped when we were still living in So. California. The camp sites are at the top of those stairs. I remember sitting with Sara on the cliff, early in the morning watching the surfers way out there. The smell of sunscreen always makes me think of San Elijo.
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I was wondering where that was! I didn't realize it was so close.
This sounds odd, but we stopped at San Elijo one winter day and the sand was virtually gone. Instead there were lots of round rocks. In summer the sand was back.
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