Growing up, my grandparents lived in a comfortable suburb of L.A. We’d visit them for several weeks every summer, spending our time in their lush yards, the neighbor’s pool, the beach, Disneyland . . . truly a magical time for my sister and me. When they moved to central Oregon, we found a new beautiful, fun place to spend our times together. But we will always miss that special home, award-winning yard and helicopter-filled evenings by the firepit watching a sunset turn into sparkling stars as we roasted weenies, sang songs and told ghost stories.
This summer, Sarah, Elliot, Sarah’s parents and I were invited to join Sarah’s sister Julie’s family at her in-law’s home in Lakewood, just outside of L.A., for what they’d come to call Camp Lakewood. It was a special treat for us that turned into a fun reminder of those long-gone childhood memories at my own grandparents’ home.
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We drove down hwy 101 from Sonoma, passing through lush farmlands, isolated towns where it is supposedly “all happening,” beach-side bergs (one of which I spent my first year+ of life living in) and into the billboarded L.A. area. I love L.A.—I love visiting it—but my attempt at living there before Sarah and I were together, was a major fail. Now, I’m happy to visit it whenever possible.
Just like my childhood summers, our stay at Camp Lakewood included playing in a lush yard, swimming in the pool, spending evenings under sunsets, helicopters and stars, singing songs, going to Disneyland and enjoying time spent with family. All in all, another magical weekend! Thank you so much to Lu & Don Carlos for hosting us!