Thursday, April 8, 2010
We stopped at China Camp State Park, on our way up the coast to visit with my daughter and her husband. This park is rich with history--ghosts of the past are all over the place. Back in the day, there was a whole little village on a shore of the San Francisco bay, a shrimp fishing village--it's a beautiful spot.
We have our own ghosts in this park--my husband worked here and I would bring my three children here for picnics, to camp, for Easter egg hunts--this camp is a part of their childhood, and a part of my past as a young wife and mother.