This is tragi-comedy: I was invited to a wedding in Santa Barbara. It was summer and the most fleabitten motel prices were astronomical. I began to look at campsites within driving distance, I was desperate. Booked Catchuma and thought, hoorah, I’ve defeated the tourism trap. 

Well… from the moment I arrived . . . I really could not care less about the wedding. My god. I think I’ll leave it at that. 

Bring binos. Boat, bring your canoe/kayak.