Serious water problems in California. Dry, dry and dry! The golf course was as dry as the Sahara. At Lake Lopez grass was growing around the boat docks and the boats were sitting abandoned in mud a block above the shore line. Fires raged all around and filled homes with ash and left a surreal cloudy sky. We took time out to ride our bikes to Morro Bay for the day. The path led to the sea through trees and golf courses. What a site! A couple of salmon tacos on the pier hit the spot. Once again cook’n and camp’n was simple and delicious. As usual, our favorite dinner: seasoned veggies on the grill and a portion of range free protein.
I'm Melinda Stevens and living the life of a beach bum was inevitable since my father was a lifeguard for the city of Los Angeles. My memories of growing up on John Street in Manhattan Beach, California were filled with joy, excitement and adventures; until my world, as I knew it, fell apart when we moved to Del Mar, California. My father was offered the position as Captain of the lifeguards and we started the slow migration to the small deserted stretch of beach in 1963. At twelve years old, this seemed like the end of my life. Remember, I’m writing with clear hindsight now, ok somewhat clearer… Little did I know this would be the beginning of a new journey and give a bit more clarity to many of the events that led me to this new cooking adventure.