After a few years of trying, I finally snagged the coveted Campsite #1 at Kirby Cove, and gathered a group of friends + kids for a Sunday afternoon ride there… the weather was perfect and clear, the company was good, and the vibe was relaxed.
We could practically see the campsite from the bridge…
And down we go along the gravel road…
A one-minute walk from a beach looking up at the bridge:
Dinner was grilled haloumi, hot dogs, and foil-packet vegetables with good olive oil:
Then whiskey watching the waves crash in at night…
A few of us broke camp before dawn the next morning, to get to our Monday jobs… I was riding the subversive-feeling weeknight-camping-and-bonfire high all day.
