Roughing It

After school today, I heard Wynham telling a friend that he was going to sleep under a bridge tonight. While that's not exactly technically true, he's sleeping about as close to under the Golden Gate as you can get with a sleeping bag.

James and a couple of his friends snagged a night at the much-coveted Kirby Cove campground with its million-dollar view. You have to have special passes and secret codes and such stuff just to franchise the locked gate at the top of the hill, and then you drive down a long and treacherous-looking, cliff-clinging gravel road to get to the site.

Normally I'd say "not on a school night!" but how could I deny the kids this adventure? Although now that I hear the rain starting and begin to ponder driving that gravel road at 7am -- but never mind, it's too late to rethink it. That's why they call it roughing it...