I went camping with my fair lady and her twin sister at Point Mugu. It's one of the few places in Southern California where you can camp right on the beach. But the strange thing about Point Mugu is the rocks. When the tide is high at night, the sound of the waves crashing on the shore is coupled with the strange, haunting sound of the rocks tumbling over each other as the waves wash in and out. It's a wonderful sound to fall asleep to. And over time, the rocks become smooth and perfect for stacking.
I'd be remiss if I didn't post a shot of my fair lady. I have a difficult time imagining navigating the seas without her.