I camped here a couple nights as part of a large group that was having a competition on the lake itself. The camping is "primitive,"; that is, generally, the nearest bathrooms to the campsites were outhouses, and not very clean ones. There are actually restrooms with toilets and showers that are about 50 to 100 yards away, depending on where one camps. Those were clean and fairly well maintained, as were others scattered around at the lake. The campsites we were at had both running water and electrical hook-ups; it was an interesting sight to see several phones hanging off the power outlets getting charged. Each campsite also had its own fire ring and table and enough room to park two vehicles, albeit tightly. We utilized the small boats for the event; they were about 14' long with small Tohatsu outboard motors that were easy to operate. Pontoon boats were also available to rent. Be foerwarned that there is no swimming allowed in the lake.
Redondo Beach, Redondo Beach, one of the top ten beaches near Los Angeles in Southern California.
Fine sand and rough rocks, surrounded by dams inside and outside, is a great yacht harbor.
Sitting on the beach for a long time, listening to the waves, not feeling indulged in the blue tide of the golden beach, the setting sun is like blood...
It seems that the old clouds are slowly passing by, but they are unable to follow.
Suddenly, like a dream, lying on his back in the sleeper of the train, swaying, remembering like waves:
The rumbling of the night breeze spread from far away
The sound of the whistle is passing through the city center, the city edge and the city shadow
The flute is sounding heavy, mountains and rivers are overwhelming, holes are piled up, and foggy
Countless crossings, as if the friction and penetration that I can't remember
The windows reflect dim yellow and black, familiar faces
Waiting for you, or waiting for me, the dusk is thick
Or you and me, take the last class
The tide hits
(Blue and red, Yan or smoke, dust and yellow station...travel, unfamiliar)
Lin Chen is a little confused
The balance line suddenly appeared frivolous, looking back, combing hair, drawing eyebrows and lips
A hook on the lip line, then it snows, goes to bed, and makes waves
The hand holding the smoke in the window mullion dries in the wind and gradually becomes cold
Babble in my dream, the last hot
Pain, no blood
Meeting is a cigarette
Life is a cigarette
Kiss is a cigarette
The effort of a cigarette burns to ashes
(In the back room, he called baby, she subconsciously hummed
He trembled like an electric shock, but she pressed his hand hard: don't move)
The night is sinking...from this shore to the other shore
You and I travel together. The car is old, old and kind
You are old and never known
You are new and familiar
You are my last touch of the setting sun
Before dawn, red and black had a climax
You and me are dating in your pillow
In dreams, dreams are not dreams, flowers are not flowers, the sound of the whistle
The sound is far away, but it penetrates the heart
(That year, I woke up and fell dead
You, the local accent, the wheel, weigh me seven inches
Crisp, delicate and addictive)
Unlike Santa Monica and Long Beach, Redondo Beach is relatively quieter. After walking along the coastal greenway for half an hour from the hotel, you can sparsely see two training kayaks, one fishing, and several A walker, several swimming seals and a bunch of flowers left on the pier... The Portofino hotel faces the sea, with its back facing the yacht marina. In the California sunshine, it is very comfortable to sleep in a quiet corner. Freehand!
Come here to see the leisurely life of Americans, fishing, walking the dog, eating seafood, blowing the sea breeze and feeding the seabirds, what can you say besides being comfortable?
I like the sea very much and I can also feed seabirds. The seabirds are so big, but they are not brutal at all, they are quite cute