San Diego has beautiful camping parks along the Pacific Ocean, mountains and desert, all within a two hour drive from home. Our camping season is from fall to spring because we choose to avoid the summer heat and/or crowds. Most of our camping is in the Anza-Borrego Desert, but by April, we’re ready to enjoy the refreshing coolness, plants and wildlife of our local mountains. We love mountains and have had them nearby, even when camping in the desert.
Our favorite mountain camping park is William Heise County Park, 4,200 feet above sea level in a pine and oak forest in the Cuyamaca Mountains near Julian, California. We camp in the non-hookup area where we can get close to nature and enjoy hearing the wind rustle through the trees.
This area abounds in wildlife and flowers.
Mule deer foraging and prancing.
Steller’s jay (above)
Courting Rio Grande Tom turkey
Western redbud, Cercis occidentalis
Palmer Lilac, Ceanothus palmeri
For 17 years poet, artist and author Marshal South and his family lived in their self built adobe abode, “Yaquitepec,” on a remote Anza-Borrego mountain top and explained, “It has brought us to the state of consciousness where each day is a separate jewel to be lived and enjoyed for itself… It has given us a deep kinship and understanding with all nature, the abiding sense of oneness of all things, a clearer perception of the glory of the Great Spirit, as much in the jeweled eye of the desert lizard as in the majesty of the desert dawn.”1
Cynthia Rich, author of Desert Years: Undreaming the American Dream, wrote in her “Dharma Gleanings” blog: “I remember one Spring day on the desert six or seven years ago, before I was reading Thich Nhat Hanh or meditating. I was walking in a wash near our cabin, the desert was in full bloom, a light wind was moving the clouds across the face of Whale Mountain, and it came to me more clearly than I had ever seen it that this was literally Paradise—not the exaggeration that we usually mean when we say that. I have never believed in Paradise or been attracted by the idea of it, but I’ve never forgotten this moment and what it told me: Your Paradise is here. Its abundance, its joys, its perfection (to use a rigid word for the flowing rightness of things), belong not only to this Spring morning but to every day if you can see them. This Spring morning is only the messenger for a larger reality, and only you stand in its way.“2
Breathing in, I see myself as a flower. Breathing out, I feel fresh.
Breathing in, I see myself as a mountain. Breathing out, I feel solid.
Breathing in, I see myself as still, clear water. Breathing out, I reflect things as they really are.
Breathing in, I see myself as space. Breathing out, I feel free.
*This is a YouTube video.
1. Marshal South and the Ghost Mountain Chronicles: An Experiment in Primitive Living, Edited and with a Foreword by Diana Lindsay and Introduction by Rider and Lucile South, Sunbelt Publications, San Diego, CA., 2005, page 220.
2. “Dharma Gleanings” blog, Cynthia Rich, August 11, 2006 (Later)