Our Editor in Chief Ventures Back into the Great Outdoors—and So Can You
The West is opening back up and we’re just as excited as everyone else.
It was a spur-of-the-moment thing, a last-minute road trip to a campsite a mere 30 miles from my house. I’d had my second shot, the skies were clear after a week of rain, and evening temperatures were in the delightful slumber-inducing low 50s. On the California Parks website I found the last spot available in Malibu Creek State Park, possibly the closest, cushiest campsite in the L.A. area. Here, between the coast and Calabasas—Kardashians notwithstanding—you can commune with herons, hawks, ground squirrels, and coyotes, amble through oak savanna, and wade a stream where steelhead trout swim. It was the sort of outdoor hard reset I needed.
I closed my laptop, threw a steak in the cooler, and in an hour we were eating that steak in the quiet of nature, crickets and sizzling hibachis and the laughter of families our new soundtrack. We weren’t very far from home, nor were we deep into the wild, but it was exotic and welcome and profound. We fell asleep at a preposterously early hour the way you do when camping. I never thought I’d be so happy as I was the next morning simply watching strangers brush their teeth, kids with bedhead playing fetch with the dog, folks drinking their coffee, everybody with a smile on their faces, grateful to be outside again.