After my hike to stretch my legs, I got in the car and took a leisurely drive up PCH. If you time it right, the traffic isn’t even noticeable, especially once you get out of Santa Monica. The further north you go, the emptier the highway gets, and by the time you reach the northern edge of Malibu and the county line, the road is often almost empty. Lean into those curves and turns.
Just over the county line is my favorite local campground and my first stop for the night: Sycamore Canyon. It’s right on the beach and nestled into the hills. Bring a jacket – sundowner winds barrel through at night even in summertime, and it can get surprisingly chilly.
I pitched a tent, started a fire, and made myself some dinner. In springtime, the campground is usually only half full, which is really nice if you’re hoping to escape the city noise.
I slept like a log.
When I woke up in the morning, I took a walk on the beach with my coffee. You can get to Sycamore Cove by crossing under PCH at a bridge on the edge of the campground. Make sure the tide is out far enough and that the creek isn’t flowing too much before you attempt it.